The dining room felt incredibly large for just two people, but it no longer felt cold. A bright fire burned in the stone fireplace, and dozens of thick wax candles lit the long wooden table.
Delaney and Aunt Renee ate their evening meal in comfortable, happy peace. The new cook had prepared a wonderful roasted chicken with fresh vegetables.
After dinner was completely finished, Delaney excused herself. She kissed her aunt on the cheek and walked slowly up the sweeping wooden staircase.
She walked down the long, quiet hallway and went directly to her parents' room.
She had made a firm decision earlier that afternoon. This would be where she sleeps now. She wanted to reclaim the master suite and fill it with new, happy memories to wash away the dark years of loneliness.
