Edwin was restless. His mind did not concentrate on anything. He asked Ruth to come and spend some time with him. But she refused.
She was still upset with him for ignoring the fact that Theodora was the one who tried to poison him.
In all honesty, Edwin was not really shocked after knowing it, however, he did hope that it would never be true. Alas!
Edwin had promised himself to not walk down that same memory lane, but now he could not help but try to seek comfort in those past memories.
He stood up and walked to his large wardrobe. On its top was a small bag, hidden well behind the large travel bags. Edwin pulled the bag down, bringing the short shower of dust.
The dust particles made him sneeze multiple times. He rubbed his nose before putting the bag on the nearby table.
He recalled the last time he had touched and opened that bag. It had been many years, and the thick layer of dust on the bag was its proof.