“MY house.” “Her home.”
Peg sits in the empty parlor. It is quiet now. No Vera. No Aloysius. Just her. Alone. In a house that isn't hers. She hears the ticking of a clock. Tick. Tick. Tick.
She considers following Aloysius, but it feels wrong somehow to go to him now after the spat with Vera. Surely she would see it as taking his side. Tick. Tick. Tick.
And why shouldn't she? Wasn't it right to take the side of her fiance?
And yet…how could she leave Vera? Wouldn't any hurt push her closer to Akmon? Tick. Tick. Tick.
So, Peg sits in an empty parlor, in a house that isn't hers. She's not sure how long she sits. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Eventually, Zelene inquires if she needs anything. She declines. No, wait. A carriage. To where, m’lady? I don't know. Just have it ready.
The carriage ride ends at the site of the once glamorous Jaeger Estate. The land had mostly been cleared now, leaving it empty but not the burned out shell it had been.
Peg wanders the property. She touches the ground and the scarred trees that yet stand. She isn't sure how long she's there. This is not home either. She returns to the carriage. To where, my lady? The Esch Townhouse.
The building is so familiar now, but it also isn't home. The key fits into the lock, but the house is still not hers. But inside, upstairs in the slender frame tucked away under blankets in bed, is the place where her heart lives. And that place is home.