Chapter 75

• The following morning, the Sterling estate woke to a heavy silence. The kind that clung to the walls like a lingering storm cloud. Danielle sat at the edge of the bed, her fingers nervously toying with the hem of her robe as she stared at the faint light filtering through the curtains.
• Theo’s soft breathing came from the other side of the room, curled up in the blanket Alexander had insisted on tucking around him last night. He looked peaceful, untouched by the chaos swirling in the adult world.
• But Danielle’s mind was far from peaceful.