Caelestis bought a glass of water from the table side of the bed where Stella was lying. He passed it onto Eleanore. She silently took it and gulped it all in.
"What happened?" He asked.
Eleanore turned to him. Her face was filled with patches of tears that had streamed out of her swollen eyes. She looked at him for a moment. "I dreamed about my mother." She says.
"The late duchess?" He asked. If his memories served him right, Eleanore had forgotten about the murder of her mother on that day. The day he lost everything.
"Yes." She leaned behind, holding the empty glass, feeling confused and down. "I heard her voice when I and Stella were hiding in the closet."
"She died in front of the closet, you were hidden in, when you were little." He leaned back as well.
"How did I forget something so important?" She asked. It was a question to herself. She didn't expect Caelestis to have an answer for it.
