She reached out to squeeze her sister's hand as they neared the house. The road seemed almost endless.
Then finally, they made the turn that brought the house into view.
Yeren was sitting stiff-backed at this point. She had to wonder if he felt the same way she was feeling about the house.
Then the carriage rolled to a stop at the front entrance.
There was barely anyone standing in the yard and those there stopped to gape at their arrival.
No one came to greet them. No one came to welcome them.
Something heavy made her heart sink.
Claire felt cold inside.
The door was opened for them to come down, but neither she or her sister moved. Aurora was deathly pale and a bead of sweat had broken over her brows and forehead.
When she glanced up, Yeren was looking at her with a disturbed look on his face before he quickly masked it.
