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In fact, Calvin has indirectly given a new color in her life which has been limited to black and white. "Mommy, this isn't our apartment?" "We'll stay here for a while, honey." Hazel quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, gazing briefly at the new apartment towering loftily in front of her. A few minutes ago after she exited the interstate, she contacted her secretary, Mrs Eden, to ask her to find her a new apartment. For a while she couldn't live in her own apartment which must have been the scene of a crime after Calvin kidnapped her. Not to mention the police must have searched all of her belongings one by one for clues regarding Calvin and herself.

"Please follow me." She led them down the hall and opened a door. It was a small room, dimly lit and cold. In the middle of the room was a bed covered with a white sheet. Mom stopped at the doorway. Her eyes locked on the sheet. Her lips shook violently, but no sound came out. Dad walked forward. Each step looked like it cost him everything. He reached out. The moment his fingers touched the sheet, he drew back. Then he forced himself to reach again.

“Who is it? Is Mr. Yates here to grab more files?” “It’s me, Mrs. Zimmer,” Haley called out with a smile. The door opened, and Mrs. Zimmer’s face instantly filled with tears. “Miss Yates…” “I’m back to visit you, Mrs. Zimmer. Why are you crying?” Haley stepped forward and hugged the older woman, resting her chin gently on her shoulder. Out of Mrs. Zimmer’s sight, her own eyes turned red, tears threatening to spill. Mrs. Zimmer had grown thinner, and she seemed shorter than Haley remembered.

We’re watching a murder documentary that Mason turned on, waiting for Jacob to get back from a farm call before we decide on what to do for the rest of the afternoon. With the storm picking up, our options are feeling rather limited. “Whoa, sorry to break up the party,” Jacob quips when he gets back about an hour later. “There’s nothing to do,” Mason says back, eyes still on the TV. “It’s raining and this town isn’t exactly hopping.” “I just picked up a bunch of puzzles,” Mrs. Harris tells us, looking up from her sewing table. What would have traditionally been an office has been converted into her sewing room, with double French doors that open into the front foyer and give a view into the

Monica could be friends with Haisley's mother. The next day, with a fearful heart that made her heartbeat twice as fast, Haisley, accompanied by Mrs. Monica's driver, finally returned to Kansas. The house they had occupied for the past few years after the unfortunate incident that befell Haisley when she was in junior high school. Two hours later in the journey, she was now standing at her parents' residence.

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

I mean she's professional duh~ "Umm, Mrs. Hess I think I don't need it right now. So I'm sorry you tried hard for it. But you kn-" "Oh it's okay honey is it OK for you if I show that to other's? I mean are you sure that you don't even want to take a look?" she said while cutting me off. "Yes, Mrs. Hess. And thank you so much for your help." I bid my good bye after thanking her and hung up the phone. I took the coffee which was supposed to be for Aiden and headed to his cabin. He looked so focused on his work that he didn't even see me coming.

The family home was silent except for the low hum of the security system and the distant rustle of wind through the pines. Mom and Dad had left three days ago for their annual lakeside retreat some upscale resort in upstate New York where the Caldwell-Hale kids would be completely alone. The house felt bigger that way, emptier, like a stage waiting for an audience. Emma had arrived first, bag slung over her shoulder, the signed contract still burning in her purse like a live grenade.

Sometimes Mira would appear to seemingly scold them, and they would move even faster. I’m starting to give up. While watching, all I can think about is how the media cycle changes so often. Seven videos in, I’m already opening my mouth to tell Alexander that maybe we can just weather this through. But that’s when I spot something strange. At the end of the hallway of the maids’ quarters is a familiar figure. Aunt Heidi. She’s looking around like she’s trying to see if someone is around. Then, she goes further into the hallway.

“Wow. I actually like this.” Mom smiled. “That’s the point.” Alpha Thane laughed, breaking the quiet. “Feels weird, huh? Like we’re undercover or something.” Dane smirked. “Secret agents blending in.” Zane flexed, joking, “I’m still the best-looking one.” “I love this new look,” Kane said. Mom shot them all a look. “Enough joking. We have to find a place to live.” The next day, we met with Mrs. Jenkins, a realtor with a kind smile.