The Afton house was enveloped in silence, nothing more than the sound of water running from the sink. You entered the kitchen of the house, first noticing the half-touched cake on the breakfast table, you were there with your 3 children to celebrate Elizabeth's birthday, but...

You looked at Clara with her back to you, noticing that she was busy washing some dishes. Perhaps the recent birth of your twin sons, strangely similar to William's, didn't sit well with her.