The corridor felt colder than usual, the air weighed down with unsaid words. Racheal remained bent on the polished floor, arms wrapped around herself, long after Daisy’s retreating footsteps had vanished. She hadn’t meant to sink so low, but her knees had given way without permission, trembling beneath the storm building inside her. Her cheek pressed lightly against her knees, she listened to the hollow silence of the mansion. The walls here always seemed to breathe secrets, and tonight they pressed in closer, as though listening. Her chest rose and fell with uneven breaths. Daisy hadn’t spoken a word, but silence often cut sharper than scorn. She might knows something. The thought pierced her, cruel and sudden. Daisy’s eyes had lingered too long, as if peeling her apart. Even if she hadn’t heard the full exchange with Amanda, there was suspicion already in her gaze. And suspicion in this house was a death sentence. Racheal pushed herself up slowly, her palms flat against the col
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