Agatha's gone.
Having that thought in my head made me realize where the fire originated. It was almost as if I could hear her screams of agony, or maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me.
My head flashed through the memories, the last time I held my mother's hand as she left us alone in this world, she was mostly bedridden, and treated in the mansion, never leaving her room.
Athena and I would always stay by her and listen to her shallow breath until the moment it stopped.
Elias remarried. The first time I saw Agatha, and how she smiled at me. The first day she came into my room.
Elias' discipline as his cane struck my back and shoulders, as he enforced what kind of man he wanted me to be.
After my expulsion from my boarding school, Elias was furious at me for the Headmaster's death. But I couldn't tell him why I did it. The first time I glared hatred at Agatha, her tears as she tried to blackmail me emotionally to come back to her.
