Ellen Saline glanced at the empty corridor. It was clearly a warm May day, but she felt cold at the bottom of her heart.

She took several deep breaths before twisting open the iron door of the rented room with trembling hands.

No doubt there was only darkness that welcomed her.

The darkness, which was as dark as her heart, brought tears to her eyes.

Ellen Saline turned on the light and looked at the furniture and appliances she had purchased at various second handed markets.

When she thought of the expensive furniture and crockery she had seen today in the mansion of William Brich, each and every single piece...