Chapter 17

"You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still. - Thomas Moore Katrina took out a key and let herself inside. The heavy black door that matched the pillars and the mansion's tiled roof swung open. She took a step into the foyer and looked around. Ahead of her was a flight of stairs. To her right, the foyer opened into a front parlor and on the left was the living room. Everything was just as she had left it. The cream walls with light grey pillars, the black leather sofas including the dark velvet curtains that grazed the white tiled floor. Everything was the same as she had left it and still spotless. The cleaning lady and the housekeeper were doing a great job of keeping the house clean. It was a shame though because it would not remain the same after she was done taking it apart. Katrina looked around one more time, her thoughts heavy with memories of days that she had spent alone in this very mansion. The very spot that