Dead But Alive

The chandeliers were lit, brightening up the hallway as Kaleb made his way from the dining hall. 

'Is she mad at me to such an extent?' He couldn't count the number of times he'd asked himself that question. Not seeing her leading the mansion's maids in serving dinner as she usually did, was the last straw for him to make a move.

'I need to see her.'

Ever since returning to the mansion that afternoon, she hadn't welcomed him and that was acceptable. Yet to miss dinner, wasn't something Thelma would do. After all, this wasn't the first time he'd been ma— 

"Wait, is it because I didn't hit her?" Kaleb mumbled. 'What am I even thinking?!'

Almost existing from the hallway he currently was in, he halted in his tracks.

Before him were two paths, both similar and leading to different areas. The first one, as he remembered would lead him to the kitchen area, while the second was to her bedroom.