Mourning

Janice inhaled and let it out slowly as she walked the small distance between where she had tied her mare to the spot where Jules was.

She had thought 'the haven' was hers until Jeremy said it was Jules'. Also, he had initially built it to visit there during his withdrawal days.

Janice let out a deep breath again when she sighted Jules slouched on a bench that was situated in the middle of the garden.

She hadn't noticed the bench before until now. Perhaps, he had hidden it from sight and brought it out whenever he needed it.

She glimpsed a bottle of whisky with him as she stepped closer.

"What are you doing here, Madame?"

Startled, Janice lurched as she heard his voice. She had thought she was quiet and careful enough while walking to his side. But he had heard her despite her tiptoeing

"How do you know it was I?"

"I can smell your vanilla scent." He mumbled, then turned.

Janice frowned as she stared at him. She noticed his eyes were red and puffy.

She hesitated as he placed