The hospital did not smell like the Ashford Mansion. It did not smell like expensive roses or old books. It smelled like medicine, cleaning soap, and fear. The floors were a bright, blinding white, and the lights on the ceiling hummed like a tiny, angry bee.Lucas sat in a plastic chair in the waiting room. He still had his party suit on, but the tie was pulled loose and his hair was messy. He looked like a king who had lost his crown in the mud. Next to him, Charlotte was curled up in a ball. Her pink London dress was wrinkled, and her eyes were red from crying so much. Every time a nurse walked past, Charlotte would jump, hoping for news."I can't believe this is happening, Lucas," Charlotte whispered. Her voice was small, like a child’s. "Mother was just laughing. She was so happy I was home. How can a heart just stop like that?"Lucas didn't answer right away. He was looking at his hands. He thought about the blue folder he had stolen from the safe. He thought about the men his mo
Read more
LOGIN
