Chapter 71

A week has passed. A long, dragging week.

The world outside is loud. The media is blowing up with the news of Ethan Carter’s death. They call him a multi-billionaire tycoon and a 'philanthropist.' I scoff silently every time I hear that last word. The man was a cruel beast, not a lover of mankind.

Condolences pour into the house like a wide, slow river. Friends and family come and go.

Catalina flew in from London two days after my father died. She had been cursing him to eternal suffering since she arrived and had moved various pink vases into the living room and my father’s study.

Something my father would have never allowed but guess who can’t do anything about it now??

Catalina has been a steady presence in the house, my mother had smiled on her first night here. Her movements are loud and she seemed to leave a trace of pink wherever she was. From candy wraps to bright pink scarves.

I thought I saw a thong the other day in the kitchen.

The house was a mess but it finally felt like