-- Grizelda --

I felt restless, although it was time for me to sleep. Everywhere reeked of past memories. Memories I never ever wished to revisit.

The framed painting on the wall made everything worse. I was unable to sleep, unable to think clearly as it triggered past events to flutter in my mind and it made me all the more scared to close my eyes and fall asleep in such an uncomfortable state, lest I dreamt of the old times I spent with Alexander Kingston as my husband then. I couldn't afford to think about the past or even dream about it.

I had nothing to do with the...