Chapter 137 All Lies

• "My son was once a fanatic about order," Josephine mused, slipping off her heels. "He never allowed a stranger beyond this door. Evidently, a few years can soften even the most stubborn habits."
• She stepped inside, letting her gaze glide across the polished surfaces as though searching for secrets that might be hiding in the shine.
• Amelia's pulse hammered so loudly that she feared Josephine could hear it. Every inhale felt like drawing glass into her lungs.