The formal dinner was over. The staff had left. The scent of roasted shallots and expensive wine lingered…
The sun was setting behind the pines, casting golden light across the estate, the kind of late-afternoon haze…
The storm had passed, leaving behind a low mist that curled around the trees like secrets not quite…
The mountain air was thick with summer; woodsmoke curled from Jack’s outdoor firepit, dancing between the trees like…
The morning air was sharp with citrus and damp from early sprinklers. Somewhere outside, the garden was being…