Chapter 7 - Realizing Who Actually Stole Mara From His Life
The front door downstairs clicked open and shut as the last of the party guests filtered out into the cool New England night air. Victoria’s sharp, commanding voice rang out across the marble foyer, directing the catering staff to clean up the remaining messes in the kitchen.
Caleb looked at Sadie, who had curled up on the edge of the mattress, clutching her stuffed rabbit against her chest. “Stay right here, sweetie, and don't open this door for anyone except me,” Caleb instructed gently, kissing her forehead.
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Sadie nodded sleepily, pulling the gray suitcase closer as her heavy eyelids fluttered shut from sheer exhaustion. Caleb closed the bedroom door softly behind him, locking it from the outside with a brass key he slipped into his pocket.
He walked down the winding staircase into the grand foyer, his face a mask of cold, terrifying calm.
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