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Chapter 38

Author: Maryann Brown
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-25 21:07:54

{Hailey’s Pov}

It really was a bowling alley. In my house. There was a bowling alley in my house. As promised, there were “only” four lanes, but otherwise, it had everything you’d expect a bowling alley to have. There was a ball return. Pin-setters on each lane. A touch screen to set up the games, and fifty- five-inch monitors overhead to keep track of the score. Emblazoned on all of it—the balls, the lanes, the touch screen, the monitors—was an elaborate letter L. I tried not to take that as a reminder that none of this was supposed to be mine.

Instead, I focused on choosing the right ball. The right shoes—because there were at least forty pairs of bowling shoes on a rack to the side. Who needs forty pairs of bowling shoes?

Tapping my finger against the touch screen, I entered my initials. HMV. An instant later, a welcome flashed across the monitor.

WELCOME TO LACHLAN HOUSE, HAILEY MARIA VALE!

The hairs on my arms stood up. I doubted programming my name into this unit had been a to
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