Chapter 12 A murderer in my house

Parker's pov

“Celeste?” I call out as I enter the kitchen. “Oh I’m sorry.” I say to the woman who stands in front of the open fridge.

“It’s alright dear. Can I get you something?” she asks, placing grapes on a silver platter.

“I’m looking for Celeste.”

“They’re out in the pool, dear. I’m just abo...

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