With the help of her crutch, Nora Ainsworth got to her feet and watched as the other woman's figure disappeared into the villa's living room. Nora waited there for over half an hour, but she didn't reemerge.
She held her ground and waited another half an hour. A full hour passed, and Catherine Callahan still hadn't come out.
She placed her crutch on the bench and, enduring the excruciating pain, slowly walked into the living room herself.
The living room was empty. She made her way up the familiar staircase to the second floor.
Not daring to make a sound, Nora had just reached Quentin Grant's bedroom door when a gasp made her heart clench.
But this gasp didn't belong to Quentin.
"Quentin, I just want a child. Maybe a child is the only way to keep you."
Drawing closer, Nora trembled as she peered through the crack in the door. Quentin was lying on the bed, seemingly asleep, his shirt still properly on. But Catherine's hands were wandering restlessly over him.
