Baldwin's Mansion
The morning air was refreshingly cool, carrying that crispness of dawn while teasing with the warmth that the sun would soon bring. A gentle breeze danced through the trees, making the leaves rustle softly, but Savannah stood perfectly still. She was by the small pond on the sprawling estate, a solitary figure amidst the lush greenery, as motionless as a statue made of something delicate yet strong.
Her eyes were fixed on the water, though she wasn't really seeing it. The surface shimmered slightly with the wind, distorting the reflection of the sky above, yet it remained undisturbed—just like her.
Lost.
Empty.
The world around her seemed to blur, her focus narrowing into the dark depths of the pond, but she wasn't looking for anything. There was nothing to uncover.
Elijah had witnessed many emotions on her face—anger, sadness, even hatred—but never this.
This unsettling stillness.
From the steps of the mansion, he watched her, a feeling creeping into his chest that he didn't quite understand. He had known Savannah for years, but in this moment, she felt like a stranger.
His feet moved before his mind could catch up, carrying him across the yard toward her. There was an unease in his steps, a weight in his chest that grew heavier the closer he got.
Something was off.
But he couldn't pinpoint what.
And that made it even worse.
When he finally reached her side, he paused, his gaze shifting from her to the pond she was so intently focused on. Water, flowers, floating petals—nothing extraordinary. Yet the way she looked at it, as if it held secrets only she could perceive, sent an unsettling chill down his spine.
Still, he managed to keep his voice steady as he finally broke the silence.
"Are you both back together?"
The question lingered in the air, heavy and unresolved.
Savannah remained silent.
Didn't even blink.
As the silence stretched on, Elijah felt a tightening in his chest with each passing second.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" he urged, his tone more insistent this time.
Still, nothing.
A deep sigh escaped him as he clenched his fists at his sides. His patience was wearing thin, not just because of her silence, but due to the sheer weight of what had unfolded that morning.
For days, he had witnessed Savannah's anger, her grief, a pain so intense it felt suffocating. He had seen her crumble under the weight of the truth, shattered by the revelation of what had happened to her child.
And now, just hours later, she stood there, devoid of emotion, as if none of it mattered.
It was baffling.
"Don't you feel even a little ashamed?"
The words slipped out before he could stop them.
A sharp question.
A plea for some kind of response—any response.
And then,she finally spoke.
"Yes, I slept with him."
Elijah felt his breath hitched for a moment.
The words were so straightforward. So definitive.
No hint of regret. No explanation.
Just a statement of fact.
His head turned sharply, his eyes locking onto her profile.
Was she serious?
His mind raced, searching for any hint of guilt, hesitation, or anger. But there was none.
She was calm. Too calm.
And that unsettled him more than her fury ever had.
"Why would I feel ashamed sleeping with my husband?"
The way she said it—it wasn't really a question.
It was a declaration.
Elijah's jaw clenched. There was something off about her tone, the way she held herself. The Savannah he remembered—the one who would have spat Blaze's name with venom just days ago—was gone.
Now, all that was left was a hollow shell.
He didn't know what to say.
Didn't know how to reach her.
But he had to try.
"Come to your senses, Savannah."
This time, his voice was softer. Less of a command, more of a plea.
For a fleeting moment, something flickered in her eyes—something unreadable, something that vanished just as quickly.
"I'm in my senses."
Her voice was eerily calm.
She turned to face him fully, their eyes locking, and Elijah felt a chill run through him.
There was nothing there.
Nothing.
The spark that once lit up her eyes was gone, replaced by something darker. Something empty.
Something frightening.
He took a step.
Elijah instinctively moved toward her—whether to shake her, to coax her into saying something real, or just to connect, he couldn't tell.
But then—
"Watch your move from now on."
Savannah's words froze him in place.
Her tone was soft, but there was something beneath it. A weight. A warning.
Something dangerous.
Elijah's confusion only grew, but more than that, he felt an unsettling sensation curling in his chest, burrowing deep into his bones.
What did she mean by that?
What was she trying to convey?
Before he could voice his thoughts, a voice from behind them shattered the tension.
"There's a vehicle outside the mansion."
Savannah turned away from him, her face a mask of inscrutability as she glanced toward the entrance.
"Let it in. I've called them."
She didn't hesitate. Didn't explain.
She just walked away.
Elijah stood frozen in place, watching her retreating figure, his mind spinning.
She was up to something.
Something he couldn't see.
Something he wasn't aware of.
And for the first time in a long time-
He felt like he was already too late.
Author's Note :
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