Emily lay on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The mansion was quiet, except for the soft tick of the clock. Her hands trembled slightly as she held the blanket closer around her. Three weeks had passed since Harrison returned, and life at the mansion had been… overwhelming. Diana’s harsh words, Tessa’s small but pointed comments, and the endless pressure of pretending to be “okay” had weighed heavily on her. Her head felt heavy, and her stomach churned, but she refused to call for anyone. She didn’t want attention. She wanted to feel invisible, to let the chaos of the house pass her by. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. A soft knock at her door made her jump. She froze, gripping the blanket tighter. “Emily,” a calm, familiar voice said. “May I come in?” She recognized the voice immediately. It was Harrison. Her chest tightened, a strange mix of relief and fear rushing through her. She didn’t answer. She stayed still, hoping maybe he wo
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