Cecilia stood at the door, looking at Aleron sitting on her nightstand, playing with her golden brush.She could still clearly remember the night he told her she was leaving, the pain she had felt. The way he had looked at her and his turned back. No he was gazing at her stuff with such a lonesome expression. Why be so sad when you were the one making the decision to disappear? He hadn't been forced, no one kicked him out and she never said she wasn't willing to help him find a solution to their problem. Aleron had just concluded, like everyone else, she wouldn't step back and that's why he had left her but now, he was even getting deals with their youngest son to approach her. Cecilia had a good eye for people, she usually didn't like anyone but still, she could see through almost all of them but Aleron, even after all these years had been a mystery to her.