Chapter 59

• Night had fallen, and Charles was at home, feeling relaxed on his bed, but was lost in thoughts on what had happened earlier, which was his meeting with Rosaline.
• He just couldn’t understand why she just looked so much like his mother, that he could be fooled easily if they told him she was his mother, or if Rosaline herself acted like she was his mother who didn’t die.
• He sat up, and took a sip from his glass of wine, and then sighed.