Chapter 768
- The morning sun spilled across the duvet as Persis lay propped against a mountain of pillows, a heavy, leather-bound thriller resting in her lap.
- She traced the printed lines with a restless finger, her mind drifting from the plot to the unnatural quiet of the house.
- The silence was a luxury she wasn't used to, yet every creak of the floorboards made her pulse hitch.