Mike's POVI stood in the foyer long after Bree had gone upstairs, my hands shoved in my pockets.Marcus was still there, waiting for instructions."How bad was it?" I asked."One photographer. Persistent but not aggressive. I made sure he didn't follow us." Marcus paused. "She was shaken though."I nodded slowly. "Thanks for taking care of it.""That's my job." Marcus shifted his weight. "Sir, if I may... she seems genuinely scared. Not of the photographer. Of everything."I looked at him sharply. "What are you saying?""Nothing." Marcus raised his hands slightly. "Just an observation. I've worked security for a lot of families. I know the difference between someone playing a role and someone who's actually trapped."He left before I could respond.I stood there, his words echoing in my head.Someone who's actually trapped.Was that what Bree was?Or was Marcus just another person she'd fooled?I walked to the bottom of the stairs, looking up toward the second floor where Bree's room
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