Madeline's POVEvery head in that room turned toward me.Eleanor's face went white, then immediately arranged itself back into composure, the way a pool of water closes over a stone. Jeremy stood frozen between the desk and the window, his expression caught somewhere between relief and dread. And behind me, in the hallway, Mrs. Pak, Eleanor's housekeeper of thirty years, stood with her hands folded in front of her and her eyes fixed on the floor."Mrs. Pak," I said quietly. "Would you like to come in."Eleanor pushed to her feet. "This is my home. You do not invite people into my study.""I think Mrs. Pak has been waiting a very long time to be invited somewhere," I said, and I stepped aside to let her through the doorway.She was a small woman, in her late sixties, with the kind of stillness that comes from decades of making yourself invisible in other people's spaces. She walked into the study and stood just inside the door, and she did not look at Eleanor once."It was you," Jeremy
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