Chapter 14 - THE CLEANING OF THE HOUSE
Back at the grand mansion, a specialized cleaning crew packed up Eleanor’s personal belongings into cardboard storage boxes.
The grand black-and-white checkered marble floor was scrubbed clean, removing every trace of the terrifying ordeal.
Clara walked through the expansive foyer, stopping at the exact spot where Ethan had slid across the floor to catch her.
She touched the banister of the second-floor balcony where the murderous push had originated, feeling the lingering chills fade away.
The colossal American flag near the front doors caught a warm afternoon breeze, symbolizing freedom, resilience, and protection.
She was no longer trapped in a golden cage ruled by a tyrant; she was the mistress of her own destiny.
Ethan walked up behind her, wrapping his arms securely around her waist and resting his chin gently on her shoulder.
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"How does it feel to look down from here now?" Ethan asked softly, kissing her cheek.
"It feels like flying, Ethan. Not falling," Clara replied with a serene, radiant smile that illuminated the entire hallway.
