Eliza had just put the kids to bed once again, and she could see Alexander through the window, he was sitting outside on the bench in the garden. This was a usual occurrence. Ever since Philip's death, he'd spend the days walking the park and streets alone, then come home only to give her a vase of the same blue flowers and then go sit in the garden and write or stare off into the night sky until the late hours when he'd retreat into his office and sleep on the couch in there.