Matthew's face was etched with concern as he stepped onto the threshold of Elena's modest cottage.
"I would urge to search your house," he said, his voice firm but not unkind.Elena stood her ground, though her eyes flickered with apprehension.
"Granted," she replied, stepping aside to give him passage. Her home was small, and it didn't take long for Matthew to sweep through the kitchen and other rooms, finding nothing of interest.
As he approached a closed door at the end of the hallway, however, Elena's demeanor changed. She moved swiftly to block his path.
"I would not let you go in there, for memories are built in it," she said, her tone resolute.Matthew looked at her, his eyes searching hers for any sign of deception.
"I would have to conduct the search," he insisted.
"You have no idea what might happen to My Lady, and that, I am scared about. So let me."
Elena's face softened, but her stance remained firm.
