Chapter 10 - A Quiet Night Rebuilding Trust Inside The Suite
Hours later, the flashing lights of the police cruisers had faded down the long gated driveway, leaving the mansion in profound silence.
The catering staff had packed up and left, and the expensive wine bottles sat half-empty across the abandoned dining tables.
Upstairs in our master bedroom—which had finally been cleared of my mother’s expensive, tacky belongings—a warm fire crackled.
Emma sat propped up against several plush pillows, wearing a clean silk robe while sipping a mug of hot chamomile tea.
I sat beside her on the edge of the mattress, gently applying soothing lotion to her raw, overworked hands.
“I am so sorry I didn't see the truth sooner, Emma... I was so blind, chasing success while you suffered,” I whispered, my voice breaking.
Emma reached out, resting her warm palm gently against my cheek with a forgiving smile that broke my heart.
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“You came back, my love... that’s all that ever mattered to me,” she whispered softly.
We sat together in the quiet sanctuary of our true home, watching the embers glow against the darkening Texas night.
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