"Sterling mentioned to me that you've been here since he was just a kid," I say to her.

She nods. "Yes, I came to Bellegarde Manor with his mother."

"What was she like?"

She stops and looks at me. "Sterling looks like her. He and she are alike in their personalities as well."

"I'm sure she was beautiful," I say. "When did she die?"

"Mr. Bellegarde was ten years old when the accident happened. She had been very depressed, staying in bed all day for weeks at a time, right before it happened. Sometimes…" She stops herself short and lowers her head. "Apologies, Mrs. Bellegarde. It's not my place to...