Julian walked slowly up the grand staircase, stepping past the framed American flag hanging on the wood-paneled landing. He reached the master bedroom door at the end of the long corridor and knocked gently three times.
Julian: Maria? It's me. Victoria is upstairs packing her things.
The heavy brass lock clicked, and Maria opened the door slowly, looking out with relief in her eyes.
Maria: Oh, thank goodness, Mr. Sterling. Is she really leaving?
Julian: She's leaving, and she isn't ever coming back. How is Leo doing?
Maria: