slammed on the brakes directly in front of the massive, tiered marble f

ouse. The circular driveway was already packed with a fleet of Maybachs, Rolls-Royces, and Bentleys. Men in tux

into the backseat. He stepped out, aggressively adjusted his cuffs, and instantly plastered a f

t alone in th

r thin gray hoodie. She gripped the door frame, gritted her teeth, and hauled her dea

swept over her baggy, faded clothes and her messy hair. A look of blatant disdain flashed acro

ag over her shoulder. She looked like a

as she walked around the side of the massive stone building. She navigated the dark bushe

hed past her, carrying silver trays piled high with caviar b

ate's head housekeeper. Martha was a severe woman with a

imped u

bbey asked. Her voice

hite. She shot Abbey a rapid, sweeping glance, her eyes filled with restrained disgust and a flicker o

a poorly concealed look of revulsion. "Madam instructed that you are to g

me one?" Abbey asked, ig

verted into Miss Emmie's secondary walk-in closet three years a

She didn't yell. She turned and began the agonizi

the time she reached the fourth-floor a

door. A cloud of dust and the sh

ed iron cot, a single bare lightbulb hanging from the cei

roken hinge. Inside, a single piec

school uniform from five years ago. The pleated skirt was frayed at the

fingertips over the coarse fabric of the blazer

and heavy bass music vibra

, slanted skylight. She pushed the

wling, pink-themed wonderland. A massive, three-story-hi

d: Happy 23rd Birthday

gram. The final puzzle p

perfectly. They brought her home today just to parade her around as a broken, convicted crim

e corner, wearing trash, feel

nd grabbed the hem of her gray prison hoodie. She pull

ardrobe and grabbed th

ne. She was going to walk right into the center of