Healing the Past

That evening, after the violent storm of Richard Thorne’s expulsion had settled, a deep, reverent quiet descended over the penthouse. Toby had been tucked into bed after three bedtime stories about brave knights and dragons, fast asleep with his toy lion under his arm. Clara walked softly through the dark penthouse, following the faint glow of the hearth into Alexander’s private study. He was sitting in the high-backed leather armchair…