Louisa felt like a terrible person.
The whole night was spent crying, analysing the whole scenario, crying some more and finally, accepting her fault in the predicament. She should never have gone in that room, not to talk of wearing a dead woman's cloths and spraying her perfume; what the hell had she been thinking?
From little conversations with Casmir, she'd gleaned that his marriage hadn't been entirely happy, though he'd not come right out to say it. Despite that though, for a man that hadn't cleared his wife's room three years after her demise, Louisa should have known better not to desecrate the possible shrine.
