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Days blend together in this luxurious prison. I'm recovering slowly but steadily.

My strength returns in small increments. First sitting up without help. Then standing beside the bed. Eventually walking to the bathroom unassisted. Each victory feels monumental after how close I came to death.

Through it all, my questions pile up without answers.

"Harrison," I say one morning as he arranges fresh flowers by my window. "I need to know where exactly I am."

He turns. "You're in a private estate north of the city, Ms. Taylor. The countryside here provides the perfect environment for recovery."

"That tells me nothing. What's the address?"

His expression stays pleasant. "I'm afraid I can't provide those specifics. Security protocols, you understand."

I don't understand. Not at all.

"When can I meet the owner? The person who brought me here?"

Harrison straightens an already-perfect lily. "The master travels frequently on business. When they return and when your health permits, I'm certain a m
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Sorry for missing yesterday’s update. Baby girl hasn’t been feeling well, and we’ve been running on very little sleep for the past two nights. Your comments and support truly mean so much to me. Thank you all for sticking with me! :)

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KierraC
Hope baby girl feels better soon. I love the shade Aria is throwing at the Harrington. I can only image the beauty of the home where she’s staying. I can’t wait for her savior to be revealed though
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zeezie
sorry about that hope she's feeling better now please take care of her
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