Chapter 4
"See that the boy is given his evening sedative before bedtime, Clara," Margaret instructed sharply, turning her gaze upon the young maid. "He has been having far too many imaginative nightmares lately."
"Yes, Mrs. Vance," Clara replied evenly, keeping her tone perfectly neutral as she gathered the scattered plastic toys into the orange bucket.
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Margaret swept past them toward the executive study, her heavy heel clicks echoing off the vaulted ceilings. Arthur lingered for a moment longer, staring thoughtfully at the small American flag resting quietly on the hall table.
"Did Catherine really leave her passport behind, Clara?" Arthur asked quietly, his voice dropping to a confidential whisper when his mother was out of earshot.
