Shadows of Yesterday

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countless rooms, and enough space to disappear in if I wanted. But the vastness only made the silence heavi

the ac

were gone, leaving only empty spaces where they'd once been. At the funeral, the press whispered about

t did t

self. What I did know was that I should've been in that car with th

t was the

wasn't trying to help me grieve. That wasn't his style. No, h

ere. *Maximilian Harrington Astor, heir to the Astor fortune, spotted in a pub.* *Maximil

n it, and my grandf

d one morning, his voice sharp and cold.

e back of a car, watching the city blur into t

"camp." A place

ost l

needed freedom. And I had

at Camp

e reached the private airstrip, I was

off. Just a driver, a jet, and the unspoken me

? Even quieter. The driver said as little as pos

there, the place was

ak-a sterile facility or some kind of juvenile detention center. But wh

s, talking, and laughing, like thi

row

eel like "reh

I exhaled sharply, steeling myself for the inevit

I sa

he didn't look at me, didn't even seem to notice I was there. But her hair-a deep, fiery red-caught t

ng about her that

like the re

energy, she seemed removed,

couldn't explain,

red if I imagined it-but as the car ro

t it ma

ere to mak

re for anyt