Belle paced in front of the large window of the piano room, looking out onto the street, waiting and hoping to see the familiar figure of her husband who had not returned since morning. She was beginning to get restless—not because he was late, but because he had left the house angry for what she did.
Was he still mad at her? Would he stay away from the house because she had allowed Evenly to stay?
Those thoughts ran through her mind as she looked out the window every now and then. The moon was big and bright in the sky, and the light shone down on the street, bathing it in silvery color. She had never seen such a look in his eyes since they had married, and even without asking, she knew she had hurt him with her words and actions, words she did not mean deep in her heart.
