Chapter 9 CHAPTER 9
CELIA’S POV
The guest room was too quiet. It smelled of lemon polish and expensive linen, not like home. Not like safety. I stood in the center of the too-soft rug, my arms wrapped tightly around myself, listening to the muffled sounds of the house settling. Dinner had been a disaster. The pendant’...
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