Estelle’s POVA knock at the door made me flinch off the sofa cushion.Nobody knew I was here. Nobody had this address except Daisy, and Daisy was in Turkey, and I’d been so careful about hiding.The children didn’t react, still bent over their poster adding final details, and I walked to the door and pressed my eye to the peephole already knowing somehow who I’d see before the image focused.Harrison. Standing in my hallway, hands at his sides, looking directly at the peephole like he could see me through it.I yanked the door open but kept my body in the gap, blocking the entrance.“I told you to pick him up from the parking garage. I specifically said do not come inside, Harrison, do not come up here—”“I know,” he interrupted quietly. “I know, and I’m sorry, but I need to tell you something. About Lyndsey and Mother. It’s important.”I paused, my hand still gripping the door edge. He looked tired—properly tired, not the dramatic sleeplessness he sometimes performed, but something d
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