Chapter 8 - THE RETURN OF WILLIAM
A sleek silver sports car pulled up the long gravel driveway of the Montauk estate, its headlights cutting through the fog.
The driver's side door opened, and a handsome man in a tailored dark suit stepped out into the rain.
William Sterling walked up the wooden porch steps, his expression cold and unreadable.
Clara stood waiting inside the glass entryway, guarded by Detective Reese with his hand on his holster.
"You shouldn't be here, William," Clara said through the locked glass door.
"I came to save your life, Clara," William replied, his voice calm and smooth. "My mother has lost her mind."
"Your mother tried to kill our unborn child!" Clara shouted, her voice echoing through the foyer.
"She acted on her own, Clara, I swear to God!" William pleaded, pressing his palm against the glass.
"Where were you last night when she pushed me?" Clara challenged, stepping closer to the door.
William paused, his eyes darting briefly toward the dark treeline surrounding the driveway.
"I was in Washington, meeting with federal auditors to protect your trust fund," William claimed.
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"You're lying," Reese cut in, stepping forward. "Your flight from D.C. didn't land until two hours after the assault."
William looked at Reese, a sharp, dangerous smile slowly spreading across his face.
