Chapter 7 - Seeking Refuge At A Trusted Childhood Friend’s House
The drive to my sister Sarah’s house in Greenwich felt like an endless marathon through a gray, unyielding tunnel.
When we finally pulled into her gravel driveway, Sarah was already standing on the front porch with open arms.
She hugged me tightly as I stepped out of the car, letting out the breath I felt like I had been holding for days.
“I heard everything on the news alerts and local group chats; are you both okay?” Sarah asked, leading us inside.
We settled into her cozy guest room while Maisie happily explored the unfamiliar toys scattered across the playroom floor.
I sat at Sarah’s kitchen island, recounting the terrifying events of the previous afternoon with hollow, emotionless clarity.
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“That woman is clinically psychotic, Chloe,” Sarah said, pouring me a fresh cup of hot chamomile tea.
“She’s more than psychotic; she’s calculating, and she had access to our house for months,” I replied, stirring the liquid aimlessly.
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