Cold

At night, William the butler knocked on Carl's room. Carl's room was a classical piece. All wooden and too much furniture, it was cozy and warm. There was a piano that Carl played on every night almost. He was quite a good musician given his age. And it seemed music helped him let go of the pain. So his psychiatrist advised him to play every time anxiety, fear or discomfort attacks him. Carl's psychological condition was far from stable. He did his best to hide it from the others and especially Charlotte. But Claude knew his pain and Flora felt it through her high empathy. But since Carl asked for it, Claude promised he would never tell anyone about the horrible trauma Carl was through unless Carl allowed it. For the moment the doctors and his foster father Claude are the only souls knowing about his secret. Even his attackers are now, dead.

It was almost seven p.m. The little family of Mr. Knightly will have dinner soon. Flora was playing Secrables with Lottie in the painting room.