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Elise crept toward Tom, her tiny feet dragging. Although they made no sound, her feet left faint indentations in the velvety carpet. She’d taken a short nap in front of the warm fire in the study, now she was bored. Curling up beside Tom on the leather couch where he sat with his head bowed and resting heavily in his hands, his burden of pain evident by his posture, she relished the image of his pained face, his eyes red and swollen, tortured by countless sleepless nights and salty tears shed for her, his lost love.

Seeming to sense her presence in the lonely room, Tom turned abruptly. He looked right through her.

Elise caught her breath, her moment of joy shattered. The remnants of a smile gave life to Tom’s face. She’d presumed he would be racked with grief. The bastard was smiling. Elise snarled and disappeared into the darkness.