Chapter 7
The piercing wail of a police siren echoed faintly across the estate grounds as two unmarked medical SUVs turned up the private drive.
Julian rushed out to the front portico, his face pale and drawn as Dr. Marcus Vance stepped out of the lead vehicle.
"Where is she, Julian?" Dr. Vance asked briskly, adjusting his coat against the chilly autumn wind blowing off the Atlantic.
"She's still in the parlor, staring out the window," Julian reported, leading the medical team rapidly through the grand double doors.
Before they could reach the parlor entrance, the heavy oak doors swung open smoothly to reveal Rose standing calmly in her burgundy velvet gown.
She looked at Dr. Vance without a trace of surprise, as if she had been expecting his arrival since dawn.
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"Marcus," Rose greeted coldly, her voice smooth and devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
"You always did arrive right on schedule when the Abernathy family needed to sweep its dirty secrets under the rug."
