The next morning, I found the study drawer open.The resin night-light lay shattered in the recycling bin. Cracks split the ultrasound into jagged pieces, and the footprint card had been dropped into cleaning solution until the ink began to bleed.Vivienne stood in the doorway, white-faced and wide-eyed. "I didn't mean to do it. I came in looking for my mood journal, and when I saw something from the hospital, my wolf took over. By the time I came to, the light was on the floor."I picked up the wooden base. A sharp edge of resin cut my fingertip, and a drop of blood landed across the words Little Star."The drawer was locked."Tears filled her eyes on cue. "Maybe one of the housekeepers forgot to lock it. I know you've been emotional since the crash, Aria, but you can't blame me for everything."Margaret hurried in at the sound of her voice and immediately stepped between us."It's only a lamp. Have another one made. You know Vivienne has PTSD, so why would you keep something like tha
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