Chapter 3
Eleanor lunged forward, her manicured hands clawing desperately to snatch the silver controller from Lily's grip.
Before her fingers could touch the child, two imposing figures in sharp charcoal suits stepped out from behind the foyer pillars.
"Step back, Mrs. Montgomery! FBI!" one of the agents commanded, flashing a silver badge beneath the bright foyer lights.
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Eleanor froze in horror, her face draining of all color as she looked around at the wall of cameras now filming her.
The background adults in champagne gowns backed away in shock, whispering in hushed, panicked tones.
