AN: An early chapter.
Louise sat on the patio, holding the hand she had injured two hours ago. The severe pain that she had felt when the nail had pierced into the palm of her hand had turned dull as she remembered the sound of the footsteps while she was in the cellar.
She turned to look at the door, noticing Graham enter the room followed by the butler, who carried a tray with cups filled with tea in his hands.
"Thank you," Louise picked up the teacup with her left hand. The butler placed the tray on the table, bowing his head, and he took his leave.
"What were you looking for in the cellar?" questioned Graham, taking a seat next to her. He picked up his teacup and took a sip.
"I went to look at the old portraits," replied Louise, searching for a clue.
Graham placed the teacup on the table. Looking at Louise, he asked, "Does it bother you?"
"Hm?"
"That the caskets have been brought here to be buried?" Graham asked her, his olive-green eyes fixed on her.
