Arabella’s POVI didn’t sleep.Not properly, anyway.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the anonymous messages.Ask your father what happened to the Sterling family twenty-six years ago.And don’t trust Victoria Sterling.I had read them so many times that I could almost recite them from memory.By seven in the morning, I gave up pretending I was going to fall asleep.I climbed out of bed, wrapped myself in a dressing gown, and walked into the kitchen.My phone was on the counter.Alexander had sent three messages overnight.Alexander: Have you arrived home safely?Alexander: Please let me know when you wake up.Alexander: I’ll have Daniel contact you this morning. We need to discuss the messages.I smiled faintly.Despite everything happening, he had remembered to check on me.I typed a reply.Me: I’m awake. And yes, I’m home.His response came almost immediately.Alexander: Good morning. Did you sleep?I stared at the screen.Me: Define sleep.Alexander: I’ll take that as a no.Me:
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