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"Mommy, you said he’s a monster, but monsters don't give cold towels." Leo suddenly murmured behind my back, breaking the storm in the doorway before it even begins. A deafening silence followed as Mr Vale stared at the boy as if he were a ghost. For a heartbeat, the titan in him disappeared, and I saw a man who was completely out of his depth.And just before I could say anything, Beatrice appeared behind him, her presence actings as a cooling agent on his fire. "I gave the order, Ethan," she said, her voice smooth but unyielding."Aunt Beatrice, this is ridiculous. She’s an employee, not my houseguest," He snapped, his jaw corded with tension."She is a mother with a young child, and that basement is no place for a little boy," Beatrice countered, stepping into the room and placing a hand on his arm. "Don't be a tyrant, Ethan. You were raised with more grace than that."They argued briefly, a sharp back-and-forth that Beatrice won with a single, knowing look. Ethan cast one final,
I retreated further into the shadows, hoping the darkness of the hallway would swallow me, but Beatrice’s eyes were too sharp. She turned her head toward the wall, her gaze landing directly on me. Instead of the cold disdain I expected from someone in this house, she offered a small, genuine smile."Hi there," she said, her voice melodic and far more welcoming than the ice she had given Holloway.I stepped out, smoothing my hoodie and offering a polite nod. "Good morning, ma'am."Beatrice scanned me from head to toe, her smile widening. "Goodness, you are really beautiful. Are you Ethan’s girlfriend? It’s about time he brought some life into this mausoleum."I felt a flush creep up my neck, thinking of the life Ethan had actually brought into my world lately. "No, ma'am. I’m Claire. I work here as the archivist."Beatrice let out a sharp hiss of air, murmuring under her breath. "Archivist? Always with those dusty old files. When is that boy going to get a girlfriend, a wife, or even a
I stood by the window, the weight of the doctor’s words pressing down on me like a physical burden. If a stranger who had only seen Leo for ten minutes could spot the resemblance, then I was living on borrowed time. The only reason Mr Vale hadn’t known suspected anything is because he hadn’t seen Leo properly. I began to pace the small room, retracing every encounter. The night Leo was sick, the room had been dim, lit only by a bedside lamp. Leo’s eyes had been glassed over with fever, half-closed and unfocused. Then there was last night, when he suddenly appeared here too. The lights had been off, and Mr Vale was so blinded by his own rage that he’d barely glanced at the boy. Maybe if Mr Vale sees him properly, he might suspect a thing or two and this was bad for my mission. I needed more time to find what happened to Sarah and to secure the evidence I came for. If he found out Leo was his before I was ready, he wouldn't just fire me, but it might ruin everything. "I can't hide y
The hallway light felt like a physical blow, illuminating every bruise and every tear in my clothes. Mrs. Holloway stood there, the flashlight in her hand trembling slightly, not from fear, but from the sheer, concentrated disgust radiating off her. She looked at the shredded fabric in my hands, then at the flushed, raw state of my skin, her mouth curled as if she were looking at something rotting on the pavement.She opened her mouth, her chest heaving as she prepared to deliver a lecture that would likely end in my ruin."I have no time for this shit," I snapped, my voice a jagged, low blade that cut her off before she could utter a single syllable.I didn't wait for her reaction, not that I even cared if she ran to the boards or called the police. I turned my back on her and stepped into my room, closing and locking the door with a finality that silenced the world outside.I moved straight to the bathroom, shedding the ruined pajamas like a molted skin. I turned the shower on as ho
I sank to the floor, my back pressed hard against the wood, my chest heaving as if I’d just ran a marathon. My heart was a frenzied bird trapped in a cage of ribs, hammering so loudly I was sure Leo could hear it from the bed. But he was still lost in the bright, digital world of his tablet, blissfully unaware of the storm I had just unleashed.But just when I began to catch my breath, heavy purposeful footsteps echoed down the stone corridor, growing louder with every approach it took to towards my room. I squeezed my eyes shut, my skin crawling with a mixture of terror and adrenaline. When the footsteps stopped directly in front of my door, the silence that followed was even more terrifying.Then the sound of a sharp and authoritative knock sliced through the door making my blood boil with a sudden defensive instinct. I assumed it was Holloway, come to finish the lecture she’d started earlier. I stood up, my hand on the lock, ready to unleash every bit of venom I had left on that w







