slammed on the brakes directly in front of the massive, tiered marble f
ouse. The circular driveway was already packed with a fleet of Maybachs, Rolls-Royces, and Bentleys. Men in tux
into the backseat. He stepped out, aggressively adjusted his cuffs, and instantly plastered a f
t alone in th
r thin gray hoodie. She gripped the door frame, gritted her teeth, and hauled her dea
swept over her baggy, faded clothes and her messy hair. A look of blatant disdain flashed acro
ag over her shoulder. She looked like a
as she walked around the side of the massive stone building. She navigated the dark bushe
hed past her, carrying silver trays piled high with caviar b
ate's head housekeeper. Martha was a severe woman with a
imped u
bbey asked. Her voice
hite. She shot Abbey a rapid, sweeping glance, her eyes filled with restrained disgust and a flicker o
a poorly concealed look of revulsion. "Madam instructed that you are to g
me one?" Abbey asked, ig
verted into Miss Emmie's secondary walk-in closet three years a
She didn't yell. She turned and began the agonizi
the time she reached the fourth-floor a
door. A cloud of dust and the sh
ed iron cot, a single bare lightbulb hanging from the cei
roken hinge. Inside, a single piec
school uniform from five years ago. The pleated skirt was frayed at the
fingertips over the coarse fabric of the blazer
and heavy bass music vibra
, slanted skylight. She pushed the
wling, pink-themed wonderland. A massive, three-story-hi
d: Happy 23rd Birthday
gram. The final puzzle p
perfectly. They brought her home today just to parade her around as a broken, convicted crim
e corner, wearing trash, feel
nd grabbed the hem of her gray prison hoodie. She pull
ardrobe and grabbed th
ne. She was going to walk right into the center of
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