KATHERINE

I lifted my head, looking around with curiosity. The stone path was barely visible under the thick blanket of dead leaves covering the ground.

The old mansion looked more like a decrepit house, with the tall statues on the rooftops stained black and covered in bird droppings.

I imagined that after my dear father died, Rossella never set foot here again.

"Elliot, you can put me down now," I asked in a soft voice.

My fingers itched to stroke the furry, comical ear twitching in front of