The night grew darker and quieter.

An eerie silence hung over the Templeton villa.

Marisol was packing up her jewelry, clothes, and valuables into a couple of big suitcases in the master bedroom on the second floor.

…

Anders was smoking outside. There were more than ten cigarette butts in the ashtray.

Later, she dragged the suitcases out.

She asked him, “Are you leaving with me, Anders? We’ll remain a married couple if you join me. I’ll respect your decision if you want to stay, but i