Chapter 1
Arthur Vance turned on his polished Italian leather heels, his sharp charcoal grey suit cutting a severe silhouette down the dimly lit hallway.
The echoing click of his footsteps faded into the oppressive silence of the Westchester estate, leaving behind an atmosphere thick with unspoken dread.
Chloe remained kneeling on the hardwood floor, her dark navy blue nanny uniform brushing against the edge of the Persian rug.
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Seven-year-old Lily buried her face deeper into Chloe's shoulder, her soft pink nightgown damp with the quiet, restrained tears of a terrified child.
"He's gone, sweetheart; you are safe with me," Chloe whispered, her breath brushing gently against the girl's long brown hair.
