Margaret walked down the dimly lit hallway, her footsteps echoing softly on the polished wooden floor. The house was quiet, the kind of silence that felt heavy, almost oppressive. As she approached her bedroom door, she paused, reaching out to push it open slowly. The room was dark, and the bed was empty. George wasn't there.
She sighed deeply, a mixture of concern and resignation settling over her. It wasn't the first time this had happened. She turned on her heel, leaving the bedroom behind, and made her way down the grand staircase, her hand lightly brushing the banister as she descended. The study was her next stop, and she knew exactly what she would find.. or rather, what she wouldn't.
