C178 Mister, Have You Forgotten about Faelyn's Death?

A sleek black Bentley cruised down a shaded lane, flanked by towering trees that seemed to lean away as it passed. It glided through the wrought-iron gate, wound its way through the garden, and pulled up to the house.

Hollis stepped out with ease and then bent to lift the woman from the car. Her gaze was vacant, and she offered no resistance as he cradled her in his arms