Chapter 13 - The Morning After
The morning sun broke over the horizon, casting a warm, golden light across the manicured lawns of the Cross estate, but the warmth did not reach inside. The sprawling mansion felt vast, hollow, and terribly quiet. The police tape crisscrossed the grand foyer, sealing off the marble floor where the nightmare had begun less than twenty-four hours ago.
I sat at the heavy mahogany desk in my private study, staring blankly at the final legal liquidation documents spread out before me. My signature was the only thing standing between the past and a clean break.
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The door to the study opened softly, and Sarah walked in carrying a steaming cup of black coffee. She placed it gently on the corner of the blotter, her expression
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