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... She sat at her vanity, wrapped in a robe of pale silk, her fine linen nightgown beneath it. The evening was quiet.
Edith, her movements practiced and gentle, brushed through Ines’s long, reddish-brown curls, preparing them for bed.
It had been two weeks. Two full, agonizing, and surprisingly quiet weeks since Carcel Anderson had taken up residence in their home.
Ines felt as if she had been walking on eggshells for fourteen straight days. Every morning, she half-expected ...
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