Eighteen years ago...

Music Recommendation: Endymion- Ursine Vulpine

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Lady Viola sat in the drawing-room chair, squeezing her hands with each other for assurance, while her eyes looked slightly unfocused. After being nearly killed, she was mentally shaken, and now and then, her eyes moved to look at the painting that had the painting of her husband, her son and the girl who had tried to kill her. 

Louise noticed Lady Viola staring at the painting. She asked, "Can you tell me how she died? Did you all kill her?"

Lady Viola pursed her lips as if this secret that had died over the last three years had come back with horror and revenge. "If I answer your question, you will misunderstand what happened."

"Tell me then," Louise urged the older woman, and the woman's eyes shifted from the painting to look at her. To Louise, it was clear that the Reed's were involved in the murder and that until today, Lady Viola had forgotten about it.