Rowan’s POV

Rowan stumbled through the door of his home, his body trembling uncontrollably. His maids rushed toward him, faces twisted in concern, but he brushed past them. He wasn’t ready for questions. He wasn’t ready for anything.

His mother, Mrs. Chandler, descended the grand staircase, her eyes wide with shock. “Rowan, are you alright?” she asked. “Have you seen your sister?”

Without answering, Rowan stormed past her, ignoring the flurry of questions about his well-being. He needed to be alone. The maids hovered nearby, offering to bring him food or care for him in some way, but he shook his head violently, rejecting them all.

Once he reached the...