Benjamin was almost making a hole on the ground with all his paing. But he was too nervous for news about Louisa. He was not eating. Not sleeping. He wanted to know what was going on!
"Ben?" Judith knocked on his door. He was there the whole day. They had a small bed in his room and one small one at his mother's.
"Hmm?" He answered, quite absently.
"Ah, the Duke is here." She said and Benjamin's eyes widened. He rushed to the door and opened it.
"Here, you mean, in our house?" He asked, nervously. Judith nodded.
"Yes."
Benjamin didn't wait anymore and went downstairs.
Michael was sitting on the dining table, since it was the only place with chairs they had. They were not cooking in the house, because the kitchen was not in good stated, yet
The Duke's face was serious and he was looking at his own hands when Benjamin arrived.
"Where's Louisa?" He asked.
"You are the one with this information, not me." Michael said. "I came here because I want to know where is my wife."
