The days following their last encounter had been unusually quiet. Angela found herself in a whirlwind of emotions, unsure if the silence meant that things had finally settled or if something more dangerous was lurking beneath the surface. Edmund hadn't contacted her, and that in itself was enough to keep her on edge. The tension in the house was almost suffocating. Julie had been away on business again, and Edmund had been buried in work, leaving Angela in a state of anxious anticipation.
One evening, after dinner, Angela decided to take a walk around the estate. The night air was cool against her skin, and the moon cast long shadows across the gardens. Her mind raced with thoughts of everything that had transpired between her and Edmund. It was a delicate dance they were playing, one that could easily destroy both of them if they weren't careful. She wandered aimlessly, letting the path take her wherever it wanted.