With a click of his tongue and a flick of the reigns Thomas told Maximilian to move. The horse stalked on and with a jerk the carriage followed. He stayed silent for a moment, letting the mansion fall back and slide out of sight. It was a relief to see how easy it was to leave. An impossibility when he had been young.
"I am considering to take down mother's portrait. I always thought it ill-fitting." It pictured her far too well. A storm on the inside urged him to go on but his lips stayed sealed. The past had always remained covered and had only been visited by Lucille and himself.