Chapter 14: You Have Free Range

        She put her cup of tea down and said, “I want the freedom to move around the estate as I want. I won’t go see Marco, but I don’t want to feel like your prisoner.” Sean’s face relaxed, “That’s it?” “That’s it,” she said. “Done,” he said. “Really?” she asked. He smiled, “Yes, really.” “Well, thank you,” she said. ”It’s been a long day, though. If you don’t mind, I’d like to go lie down now.” His lip twitched into a smile, “You have free range.” She nodded and stood up. Once she was out of the dining room, she darted up the stairs and crept down the hall. She passed her bedroom door and continued to the room at the end—Sean’s room. She was surprised to find that the door stood open. “Hello,” she whispered, wondering if a maid was inside. No one replied, so she crept into the room and pulled the door shut behind her. The room was cold and indifferent—it was hard to imagine anyone sleeping or relaxing or living in it. Gray wallpaper covered the walls, and heavy gray curtains hung in