A strange call

I spent the whole day at Harper’s, and stayed out an extra hour blowing bubbles when I got home.

My new home felt strange, looming heavy.

It felt more appropriate somewhere in Europe than on the US soil, and I was hesitant to go in.

If this were a normal marriage, I would have suggested we buy a neutral house to make our matrimonial home, rather than live in this one his parents and grandparents probably lived in too.

I finally dusted down the skirt of my pink dress, and walked inside.

No one greeted me at the door, and after the front door closed with a merry sound, silence echoed.

Was no one home then?

I suspected the maids were still keeping away after Dean’s outburst earlier.

There was something unsettling in the air, something I couldn’t name, but it made even the echo of my shoes on the wooden floor sound chilling.

I hurried up the stairs to the master's bedroom, and pushed the door open.

I froze.

Sitting in the center of the bed was a white, large gift box.

I looked around