There was a mysterious tapping at the window, and a sudden silence fell over the four people sitting by the fireplace. It was as if a cold chill had invaded the warmly lit room to remind them of the threatening storm darkening outside.
The two brothers and their wives had been talking of Adrian Hopewell, although they did not speak of him often, for they had little enough to say. He had simply walked away two years ago, leaving a cryptic note.
"I will be back when I am ready. I hope I have forgiven you by then."
