FRACTURED BONDS

After a long and exhausting drive, Amelia's driver finally reached Alexander's estate. The tall iron gates, a symbol of both grandeur and security, creaked open as the gateman, ever vigilant, allowed them inside. The car rolled down the long driveway, past the manicured lawns and fountains, before coming to a smooth halt in front of the grand entrance.

As soon as Amelia stepped out of the car, she noticed something was off. The air was thick with tension, and nearly all the household staff were gathered outside, their faces etched with expressions of shock, confusion, and something else she couldn’t quite place—was it pity? She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but her heart pounded in her chest. She could feel their eyes on her, scrutinizing her every move as if she were a ghost who had just materialized out of nowhere.

The silence was deafening. Usually, the estate buzzed with activity, a reflection of the wealth and influence that Alexander wielded. But today, the only