he heavy glass door

r face. The automated sprinkler syst

oved her hands into the pockets of her trench coat

e sounded behind her. Bria's hos

security cameras. The fake, swe

a and crossed her arms

ed out and casually traced t

swatted Clara's hand awa

ed it into her pocket. Her thumb found the si

h. The recording had started. The hissin

lashes. She forced he

lara asked, her voice trembling

She let out a crue

you stole eighteen years of my life. I'm going to

rl earring in my closet?" Cl

I paid the cleaner for the spare key. I s

t. "Even if Helen finds out, so what? Bl

e. Her thumb gently rubbed the scr

orphan," Bria spat. "Yo

ad enou

vanished, replaced by a gaze so c

her voice dropping to a deadpan d

hit her like a physical wall. She stumbled

ed her hand and swung

d her fingers around Bria's wrist

rieked

r footing entirely. She tumbled backward into the dir

at the dark mud smeared acros

"Stay out of my way.

. Inside her pocket, her thumb hit stop. The a

on't make it out of New York aliv

ped back into the sunlight. Her che

ok up at the

doors of the study balcony,

watched Clara effortlessly drop Bria into the dirt. The dark am