After returning to Whisperwind Estate from the cemetery, Lily Shaw felt like a sun-dried cabbage, listless, her red and swollen eyes staring blankly out the window.
Aiden Grant looked worriedly at his wife who was lost in her own world. Lily Shaw now resembled a kite with its string cut off, wandering in the sky with nothing worth lingering for. He wanted to hold onto her but didn't know how.
She held absolute autonomy, drifting wherever the wind took her, and could leave his sight at any moment.
Aiden Grant's lips moved slightly, knowing full well Lily Shaw needed time alone to process, yet he still worried she might do something that he would regret deeply if she couldn't come to terms with things.
Lily Shaw stood up from the sofa, her eyes glazed over, not even glancing at Aiden Grant sitting beside her, and floated upstairs like a wandering soul.
