_Kaelen’s POV_
The next day, it started at seven the next morning.
I heard it before I saw it, the sound of movement, deliberate and organized, coming from the east wing. Furniture being wrapped. Boxes being carried. The low murmur of people who had been given a task and were completing it without drama.
I went to the window.
Three vans were parked along the drive. A team of eight men was moving between the house and the vehicles with the speed of a professional removal company. Each piece that came through the front doors was logged by a woman with a clipboard who checked it against what I assumed was the Ashthorne asset inventory before loading it.
Every item was documented. Every piece accounted for.
Rowena’s doing. Of course.
She had organized this before the wed
