The mansion feels like a golden jail, its stillness is more audible than the troubles it obscured. Every glassball wall appears to resound Jason's scarcity, every lustre singing my loneliness. Amanda’s perfume is floating slightly in the corridors, stronger than my own presence in his life.“Though I don't care” I move through the passageways quietly, cautious not to provoke an alert.Jason’s driver is waiting at the gate, his hand on the car door, his expression professional but stiff.“Ma, sir ordered me to drive you anywhere you desire.”I nod my head in disagreement with a tactful beam. “No, thank you, I'll get along. Tell him I must get some air.”The driver isn't relenting because he knows the consequences. “But madam—”“I’ll manage,” I cut in softly, walking past him. I can not allow Jason or anyone else to survey my activities. Today, I need space—distance from Amanda’s shadow, from Richard’s cold indifference, from Madeline’s scheming presence.A cab pulls up, the driver p
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