elled like stale

mpled check in her hand. The cab pulled up to the w

guard at the gate booth took one look at her oversized men's shirt and bare

d open the heavy

yer!" Kaleigh's voice ech

r phone on a ring-light tripod. She wore a custom Chanel

lked right in

d her mouth. The live chat on the screen exploded with comments

the end broadcast button. Her f

gh screamed. "You just r

. She walked past her,

id a homeless person wander in? We seriously need to upgrade the estate security." She casually tipped her

ipping with venomous superiority. "Dad has been loo

stepped over the puddle of water, her

r emptiness in Francisqui's gaze, but she quickly recovered and

flew open. Franklin and

r arms around her daughter. "Oh my

pensive cuffs. He looked at Francisqui with pure hatred. "Where

et. Her thumbs moved with mechanical spee

dog," the robotic S

hat kind of dog leaves you in a men's dres

gain. She pulled up a scanned photograph. She turne

sitting on a wealthy man's lap at a shady undergr

t dare physically touch Francisqui, but her voi

ack, slipping the ph

curity! Get her out o

ck bulged. He cared about one thing: the fa

e mute to her room. Lock the door.

y the shoulders. She didn't fight them

Kaleigh. Francisqui

Climbe

to the marble floor in a fake swoon to draw her mother's att

o the tiny attic bedroom and loc

. She reached into the pocket of the damp silk s

loorboard under her bed. She pulled out her dead mother's diary.