member much of
e steering wheel, and every time she opened her mouth to speak, nothing came out. The girl who always ha
ed behind the hills. For the first time, the mansion felt like a ghost house. Ligh
everyone?"
t go this morning. House staff.
fired ev
d no c
ind them-locking shut. It was the first time she ever noticed h
g looked the same-except for
"This isn't happening. You
living room, weary and sharp around the edges. Celeste Kingsley stood
company's name," she said. "And
days to vacate,"
nd reached out to the stairca
my trust fund?
ve a tight sm
ca
osse
clot
n. The rest is li
ghtmare. The kind where you fall and fall and
saw dozens of notifications lighting
sleyC
ey under federa
ess Lana's bir
fund to crim
a selfie from t
? This is givin
d through Lana's chest. Be
yfriend, Hu
e a break. My dad says it's bad fo
opped t
asn't
as a f
e boxes and silence. Her custom walk-in closet had been stripped. Her favorite Chanel heels were go
. No friends. No
ht made her who she
r life, Lana Kingsley had no
es and let the te
sh wasn
just