I woke up the next morning with the sickening certainty that Mrs. Grant knew everything. The kiss, the complicity, the entire disastrous exchange in the pool Harrison had seen it, and Harrison reported to her. My phone remained silent, but the lack of communication felt like the quiet before a judge's sentence.I was scrubbing the delicate tiles in the greenhouse, one of the few places in the house that smelled of living things instead of old money and ammonia, when the shadow fell over me."Sasha."The sound of Mr. Harrison's voice was always dry, emotionless, and final. I straightened immediately, my heart hammering.He was dressed perfect, a clipboard held loosely in his hand. He didn't look at the flowers or the dirt; his focus was entirely on me."Mrs. Grant is under the impression that the staff is becoming careless," he said, his voice low and precise, devoid of anger, which made it far more terrifying. "She believes there are distractions compromising the order of the house."
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