Katherine’s povI pushed open the door to Dacre’s office. I stopped dead as I entered.His voice was low—but sharp. His mother’s voice was louder, angry and shaking. They were arguing. Their words filled the room like fire.“You will not control how I think,” Dacre said, calm but cold.I stood there blank.Then his eyes met mine.Everything went still.“Why do you get in trouble and you refuse to let me know what you’re going through?”I was confused as to why he would say that. “I’ve not been in trouble,” I muttered as he sighed.“You have,” he said, his voice dropping so low I barely heard him. “And you’ve refused to tell me why.”I frowned. “What do you mean?”He reached down, picked something up from the table, and flung it in my direction. It was a photograph.It was a photo of me and the gardener. But it wasn’t right. The angle, the lighting… it wasn’t real. It looked like he was touching me, molesting me. But I knew that didn’t happen.I sighed and glanced up at Dacre. "The p
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