Chapter 3
Clara gently helped Noah to his feet, keeping her eyes respectfully lowered toward the marble floor as she had been trained to do. Yet beneath her submissive exterior, her mind raced with fierce, unyielding suspicion.
Catherine Vance had vanished three days ago without a single word to her friends, leaving behind her car keys, her phone, and her weeping six-year-old son. The local police had quickly ruled it a voluntary departure, but Noah’s terror told a completely different story.
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"Go wash up in the downstairs powder room, Noah," Clara instructed softly, her voice carrying a soothing warmth that instantly calmed the boy's breathing. "I will finish cleaning up right here."
Noah nodded timidly, casting one last terrified look toward his grandmother before scurrying away down the hallway. Margaret watched him leave with a look of chilling coldness in her eyes.
