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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?"

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g looked the same-except for

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living room, weary and sharp around the edges. Celeste Kingsley stood

company's name," she said. "And

days to vacate,"

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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

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