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Ray called at seven forty-three in the morning. I was still in my robe, standing at the kitchen counter with my coffee barely touched, when my phone buzzed and his name lit up the screen. Something about the hour made me set the mug down before I even answered. Ray never called before nine unless it mattered. "The Nathan Price piece ran this morning." His voice had that particular flatness, the kind it only took on when he was carrying something important. "Read paragraph eleven." I opened the article on my phone.

Peace RAYNE'S POV Waking up with the streams of early morning sunlight shining brightly on my face. The whole atmosphere was peaceful. I wasn't able to see Mrs. Lawns last night, because I was so tired. I got up lazily into a sitting position and yawned tiredly. I heard a knock on the door. "Who is it?" I asked. "Good morning ma'am, this is the head maid." the person said from outside. "What do you want?" I asked lazily.