"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You'll see."
The carriage slowed, the wheels crunching softly on gravel. Alina leaned towards the window, pressing her hand on the glass. A modest house came into view.
She turned back to him.
"Whose house is this?"
He was already reaching for the door.
"Be patient."
"For once, would you.."
"Keep your mouth shut," he said, stepping out of the carriage, and offering her his hand.
She ignored it and climbed down on her own. They walked towards the house in silence. Before they could reach the door, it opened. A woman in an apron stepped out, bowing to Austin before nodding at Alina.
"He is awake," the woman said. "The physician is with him now."
Is she talking about my father?
The house was bright and full of things that felt like memories. A clock ticked on the mantel, flowers sat in a vase and a blanket lay folded over the back of a chair near the window.
Austin stopped at the end of the hallway and gestured towards a closed door.
