Shadows of the Past
The Thorne estate was not a home; it was a vault of marble and silence, designed to strip a person of their secrets. Elena stood in the center of the private study, her pulse a frantic, irregular rhythm against her collarbone. She had to destroy the receipt. It was a flimsy, thermal-paper ghost of a life she couldn't afford to have exposed—a record from a pediatric clinic in a city she was supposed to have only visited for business.
Julian sat be
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