The luxury tires crunched against the manicured gravel driveway, the sharp sound echoing through the heavy silence of the mansion's grand entryway as I finally guided the car to a halt. I cut the engine, the sudden absence of the motor leaving the interior dead quiet. My hands remained tightly clamped around the leather steering wheel, my knuckles bone white as I fought the urge to break down. Beside me, Cara didn't waste a single fraction of a second. The exact moment the machinery died, she unbuckled her restraint, pushed her door open, and stepped out onto the concrete, her movements cold, mechanical, and entirely fluid. She didn't look back to check on my silhouette, leaving me to trail behind her shadow like a ghost. The massive oak double doors swung open before our boots could even hit the threshold. The warmth of the grand foyer flooded the crisp evening air, and there stood Craig. He was dressed in a comfortable lounge set, a rare, radiant smile completely illuminating hi
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