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gives such a warm cozy vibe to an otherwise way too big space. This fireplace is filled with stones and the mantle has a large piece of dark wood, giving it a rustic feel. “What should we watch?” Steph asks us all. “Oh! I really want to start the new season of The Bachelor!” Alina says all excited. “Ugh!” I groan and roll my eyes. Fuck yes! I’ve been just dying to watch it too. “Well, what do you want to watch then?” Steph asks me. “Oh…no, it’s fine you can put it on, I’m sure I’d be overruled anyway,” I say sounding defeated. C’mon, put it on already Steph! “The bachelor it is then..” Steph says with a smile. We sip at our wine and I very intently watch the TV but also try

"When is Jenkins supposed to call about the surveillance footage?" "He said the first thing this morning. Should be any—" Aaron's phone rings, cutting him off. He answers immediately, putting it on speaker. "Jenkins. Tell me you have good news." "Mixed news," Jenkins' voice comes through, tense. "I got access to the traffic camera archives. The footage from the night of Isabella Grayson's death still exists." Relief floods through me. "That's good, right?"

He hadn't come home all night—now disheveled, his face covered with dark stubble. Seeing Storm's corpse, he merely frowned. Storm was the companion dog I'd adopted on my eighteenth birthday. Ethan had once said it was like me—gentle on the surface but harboring unyielding wildness within. He'd named it Storm then, hoping I could be brave and strong like it. Now it was dead before me, and he showed no reaction. After a long while, I found my voice: "I want to see the surveillance." The surveillance footage was clear.