Chapter 12 - Daniel Returns Home To Face An Absolute Storm
At 11:30 p.m., the heavy front door of Unit 12B unlocked and swung open with a nervous, hurried click.
Daniel stepped into the dimly lit foyer, loosening his silk tie while breathing heavily from sprinting up the emergency stairs.
“Claire! Are you in here? Look, we need to talk reasonably about Mom—” Daniel started shouting into the empty hallway.
He stopped dead in his tracks as he rounded the corner into the living room.
Claire sat calmly at the mahogany desk beside the glass-cased US flag, sipping a cup of hot black tea under the reading lamp.
She wore her crimson red blouse sharply against the dark wood, her auburn hair pulled back into a severe, elegant ponytail.
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“You’re back early from Chicago, or rather, your emergency cab ride from your secret downtown studio apartment,” Claire stated softly.
Daniel froze, his face draining of color as he realized his lies had been completely dismantled piece by piece.
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