ed at the ceiling for ten full minutes bef
the shower handle all the way to cold. The freezing water hit her skin like needles,
ty sat a row of unopened, top-tier La Mer skincare produ
into the living room. The space was massive, with floor-to-ceiling
aten anything since yesterday afternoon, and th
ng on the marble island was a sleek therma
uttery French croissants and black truff
deep, unsettling suspicion clawed at her chest. This was too coincidental. Even the black truffle was shaved to her exact, specific preference, the croissants baked to the precise golden hue she
nt. The taste was perfect. Without warning, a hot tear sli
her," erased in a single second by a DNA test. She thought of Dannie's m
he had tossed onto the sofa,
it up. Three text messages fro
ack card, her debit cards, and all her lin
fication popped up. A failed pa
hammer of reality smashed into her chest. She
ed in was under the Cain family tr
onto the bedroom door, where the Temporary
s. Walk out that door, and you f
nto the bedroom, picked up the document, and for
nthly allowance. Absolute physical protection
pped, a polite, rhythmic knoc
he door. She checked the video monitor. A middle-a
ely bowed, his posture radiating abso
nt, Mr. Shepherd." He handed her a
sistants rolled in t
based on a careful visual estimation of your silhouette and standard haute couture measurements. If the fit is in any way
ns, the tags still attached. She looked back at Mr. Shepherd.
card. The last wall of he
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