Chapter 17
Clara’s breathing turned shallow and rapid as she stared at the timestamp printed in the corner of the photograph. Someone had stood outside her home while she was standing on the porch, watching her without her knowledge.
She rushed to the front window, throwing back the sheer curtains to scan the empty coastal street outside. The morning fog rolled thickly across the pavement, obscuring any vehicles or pedestrians hiding in the shadows.
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Was it an associate of Victoria's who had managed to slip through the cracks of the federal prison system? Or was there an even larger, more dangerous network behind the conspiracy that the authorities had completely missed?
Maya skipped down the stairs, holding her favorite blue backpack and smiling brightly at her mother. "Mommy, can we stop by the bakery after school today for a cinnamon roll?" Maya asked innocently.
