The master bedroom was a study in shadows. The only light came from the city bleeding through the sheer curtains, casting long, grey bars across the duvet.Noah stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror. He had taken off his tie, but he was still wearing his dress shirt, the top buttons undone. He wasn't looking at his reflection. He was looking through it, searching for something beneath the skin.Aria sat on the edge of the bed. Her hands were clasped so tightly in her lap that her knuckles were white."She said his name," Aria said. Her voice was soft, but in the silence, it sounded like a gunshot.Noah didn't blink. "She says a lot of things.""She called him her 'other son'," Aria pressed. "She said he turned out better."Noah turned away from the mirror. His face was a mask of exhaustion. "Stop it, Aria. You're doing exactly what she wants. You're letting her infect you.""I'm not infected," Aria said. "I'm informed. There were photos, Noah. In the kitchen. You saw them. You
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