AM. She wore a crisp white button-down shirt and black slack

ny table. When he saw her, he stretched

pping with forced warmth. "Did you sleep we

a maid. "Bring Helen a French omelet. S

d out a chair and sat down slowly. Her f

ed photograph. She tossed it onto the polished wood. It sl

standing next to Alverta Kramer,

o the photo, his fake smile froze.

porcelain cup, sending scalding black coffee

m her face, leaving her looking sickly pale

parents, her brow furrowed in confusion. "

rossed her arms. She watched Fredy's

ly you sleep in this house. Considering you bought it by sellin

It was the ugliest, most heavily gua

t. His face was dark red, the veins in his neck bulging.

entirely gone, replaced by the cor

eyes cutting into him like shards of ice. "Screaming

ared at Helen with pure hatred. "You ungratefu

ylvia. "You're just a thief

bed her heavy crystal water glass and raised her arm, a

o block it. She jus

ral stillness in Helen's posture, combined with a faint, chilling smirk, made Candice feel like she had just been targeted by a striking viper. Candice gasped, her psychological terror causing the air t

only sound was Helen's fingernail ligh

hed the front of her shir

e photograph, and walked out o

is chest heaved. His eyes narrowed, bu