บททั้งหมดของ Mira Reckoning: Love, Lies and Inheritance: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 66

Julie’s POVI slammed the door behind me.I dropped my bag on the couch and stood in the middle of the living room trying to calm down, but my body wasn’t cooperating. I was hungry, I was angry, and the combination of the two was making everything worse than it needed to be.I couldn’t believe it.Mira of all people, Mira had stood at that gate and looked me dead in the eye and dismissed me like I was nobody, like I was a stranger who had shown up at the wrong address, like the years we had spent in the same house meant absolutely nothing, and the worst part wasn’t even the dismissal, the worst part was how calm she had been about it, no anger, no raised voice, nothing, just that flat unbothered expression that I had never seen on Mira’s face before in my life.Mira used to be easy.That was the thing I kept coming back to, standing in my own living room. Mira used to be the easiest person to handle, soft and trusting and always willing to believe the best about people, even when thos

Camille’s POVI sat on the edge of the bed and watched Jessica throw things into her suitcase.Just grabbing clothes, folding them badly, and forcing them in with an energy that had nowhere proper to go, so it was going into the luggage instead, her jaw tight, her movements sharp and fast.She was talking the whole time.“This isn’t over,” she said, not really to me, more to the room, to the situation, to whatever version of events she was running through her head, “I have been through worse than this and I have always come back, always, Adrian thinks he can push me out and that will be the end of it but he doesn’t understand how this works.”I watched her grab a dress from the wardrobe and fold it in three seconds flat. “What exactly are you planning, Jessica?” I asked carefully, “Because right now we are being walked out of the house, and from where I’m sitting, I don’t see a clear next move.”“That’s because you’re sitting,” she said. She stopped moving for a second, her hands goi

Mira’s POVAnn walked through the front door and stopped dead. She stood in the entrance and looked up, then left, then right, then up again, taking in the ceiling height, the staircase, the width of the hallway, the way the light came through the windows, doing a full, slow assessment with her eyes the way she did whenever she walked into a space for the first time and wanted to understand it completely.“Ann,” I said her name behind her.“Give me a second.”“You’re staring.”“I’m observing,” she said, still not moving, “there’s a difference.” She took two steps forward and looked into the sitting room. “Mira, this house is enormous.”“I know.”“Like genuinely enormous,” she turned to look at me, “how many rooms?”“I haven’t counted.”“You haven’t counted.” She stared at me, “You live here, and you haven’t counted the rooms.”“Ann, I just got here myself….”“How many staff?”“I don’t know exactly….”“You don’t know.” She turned back to look at the sitting room again, shaking her hea