Chapter 8 Fury

'For Jess' eyes only.'

Jess… I took a deep breath and remembered the first time I met Clarence and how he looked at me. "What's your name?" He asked. "Jessica… Decent name."

Before I came, he had someone by his side. It would explain why he never wanted to touch me. I could feel my chest burning as if fires had been lit. My hands couldn't stop shivering. I opened up the letter and read it. It was filled with love and longing.

Halfway through, the wall shook again. Clarence stood at the entrance, holding a cane to support him. He looked at me darkly. "How'd you get in here?"

I looked at him, my eyes red. "Who's the woman in the painting?"

Clarence came closer and grabbed my hand. "Come with me. This isn't where you should be."

I didn't notice his unstable footsteps. Instead, I asked with a voice filled with resentment, "Why'd you hide her paintings here? Did you write these letters for her?"

Clarence said nothing. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out. Then, he told the butler col