The Weight She Carried Chapter 1

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

At Caldwell mension

The rain pounded against the towering windows of Caldwell Mansion, its rhythmic drumming the only sound in the vast, empty halls. Shadows stretched long and thin under the dim glow of the chandeliers, flickering with the occasional strike of lightning. The house, once filled with laughter and life, now stood in eerie silence.

The two sons of the mention were dead.

The eldest—no one knew how he had died. His lifeless body had been found days ago, cold and stiff, with no sign of struggle, no trace of poison, no wound to explain his sudden departure. His death was a mystery, one that whispered through the corridors like a ghostly presence.

The younger had died seeking vengeance for him. Blinded by grief, he had set out to find whoever—or whatever—had taken his brother. But revenge had claimed him instead, leaving the family with nothing but sorrow and unanswered questions.

Now, the mansion mourned. The air was thick with loss, the silence heavier than the storm outside. The rain washed over the stone walls as if trying to cleanse the tragedy from within, but grief clung to the estate like ivy, refusing to let go.

The heavy scent of damp earth and candle wax filled the air inside Caldwell Mansion. The storm outside raged on, but inside, an even darker storm loomed over the family. Grief had settled in every corner, pressing against their chests, making it hard to breathe.

Lady Caldwell lay in her grand bed, her once radiant complexion now pale and sunken. She had barely spoken since the loss of her sons. Fever burned through her, and the weight of sorrow had made her frail.