Chapter 2 - The Sound Of Sirens Approaching The Savannah Estate
Captain Reid Marlowe stood motionless in the center of the sunlit Savannah kitchen, his eyes fixed on his mother with an expression so cold it seemed to freeze the air around them.
Vivienne’s hands trembled violently as the heavy clothes iron hissed softly, the heated metal plate radiating danger just inches from where I sat protecting my swollen belly.
“Put the iron down, Mother,” Reid commanded, his voice carrying the terrifying authority of a commanding officer who had survived the harshest combat zones on earth.
Vivienne opened her mouth to speak, attempting to construct another elaborate fabrication, but the clicking of the telephone line in Reid’s hand cut her off completely before she could utter a single syllable.
Outside the large bay windows of our suburban home, the sharp, wailing shriek of approaching police sirens cut through the quiet afternoon air, growing louder with every passing second.
Red and blue emergency lights began to flash against the yellow kitchen curtains, casting an eerie, revolving glow across the floorboards where the crushed white lilies lay scattered.
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I buried my face in my hands for a brief moment, letting out a long, shuddering breath as the sheer weight of terror and relief crashed over my exhausted body simultaneously.
Reid didn't take his eyes off Vivienne for even a fraction of a second, his posture remaining rigid, calculated, and ready for whatever deception his mother attempted next.
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