I arrived at the GoldWood mansion precisely at 9:00 a.m. to begin my shift as a caregiver. This house was my world now, and Victor was the only one who truly seemed to listen to me, even if he couldn't speak back.Silvia, the lady of the house, was standing in the foyer, distractedly petting her fluffy, purebred Samoyed. Despite being forty-eight, Silvia looked like she had been preserved in glass; she had a slim, athletic build, a small frame, and a perfect pair of breasts that defied her age. Her platinum blonde hair was long and elegant, though I could see thin traces of silver shimmering through the strands. She was dressed in expensive, form-fitting athleisure, looking exactly like the pampered LA housewives she spent her time with."Good morning, Ava," she chirped, barely looking up before heading toward the garage.I waited until I heard the heavy rumble of the garage door closing. Moving to the window, I watched as she pedaled away on her pink bicycle, heading off to her dai
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