Chapter Thirty Two The Silent House
The wedding night did not end in a flight of fancy or a shower of rose petals. It ended with the heavy sound of a deadbolt sliding into place at the Knights estate. We arrived back at the mansion long after the last guest had finished their champagne. The city was a grey ghost outside the windows of the limousine. Alexander carried a sleeping Chase up the grand staircase while I followed behind him with my silk train dragging like a heavy burden on the marble. The silence of the house was a shock after the roar of the hotel ballroom.
Alexander put our son into the gold crib and stood there for a long time. He did not move or speak. He just watched the rise and fall of the boys chest as if he were counting every breath to make sure the treasure was stil
