Mia waited and waited and waited. The house had long since gone quiet. By the time the clock on her bedside table crept past midnight, the entire estate felt like it had fallen asleep. Still, Mia didn’t move. She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the dark window across from her, listening. Her heart beating steadily in her chest. Because the truth was… she had already decided hours ago that she was going to do this. The hallway had been haunting her all day. Every conversation with Clara, every careful smile she gave Melissa, every polite nod during the wedding planning, it had all been a performance to cover the one thought she couldn’t shake. What was behind that door? And why had Max walked in there like he was stepping into something painful? Mia checked the clock again. 12:17 a.m. If Melissa had any habit of late-night patrols, Mia hadn’t seen evidence of it yet. The housekeeper usually disappeared shortly after dinner, and the rest of the staff stayed confined
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