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f the dining room, a high-pitched screech that made the fine hairs on Ophelia's arms stand up. She didn't look up from her plate,
icked over Ophelia's sweater-a charcoal wool blend that had seen better days-and a tiny, almost impercept
the room. She twirled a forkful of pasta, her eyes wide with feigned innocenc
but the expression didn't reach her eyes. It was
Ophelia said, her voic
ide pocket of his suit jacket, and he pulled out a thick, cream-colored envelope. He placed it on the marble tab
er stillness was a weapon, and she knew how to use it. Ric
es. He looked at the centerpiece instead. "To help you get settled. Your...
f her wine. "Farmers, or something equally tragic. You'll need every penny in th
could feel the paper beneath her skin, cool and crisp. She didn't hurry. She sli
check. One hundre
th expectation. She wanted gratitude. She
dge of the check with
ying the grateful orphan," Ophelia said, her tone b
hat followed
the silverware jumping. "You ungratef
absolute, a frozen lake that Richard suddenly realized
nk against her mother, peeking at Ophelia throu
the hardwood floor-a harsh, gri
ent," she said. "I'll
niture," Susan spat. "None o
more than money, Susan,
y, rhythmic. Behind her, she heard Susan start to curse, a low stream
mallest room in the manor, the one with the dr
truly owned. She didn't go for her clothes. Instead, she walked to the bookshelf and pulled out a thick
ining of the suitcase, her fit. She pulled it out. The scr
swered
s Arthur. His voice was shaking slight
Arthur," Ophelia w
rang out, shrill and mock
unds. She turned back to the room and began tossing heavy book
ck clicked. Mia stood in the doorway
o the room. She sat on Ophelia's bed, bouncing slightly, claiming the space. "God,
fold a sweater, her b
wastebasket by the desk, sending
s by the suitcase, the next she was looming over Mia. She didn't t
wash off," Ophelia said. Her voice was a low hum,
ack, nearly falling off the bed. Th
to regain her composure, smoothing her skirt with
mming the door so ha
ent back to the suitcase, checking the lining one last t
slipped the check between pages 402 an
the darkness, her eyes were
," she w
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