chapter 39
Griffin Cora’s jaw drops in awe as my parents’ beach house comes into view, its silhouette etched against the setting sun. The walls, mostly glass, shimmer in the golden light, adding to the spectacle. The driveway winding its way to the house is paved with luxurious white stones, creating an elegant path. Flanking it, meticulously pruned hedges and trees enhance the grandeur of the approach. Cora bites her inner cheek as she looks at me. “Is that a marble fountain in their driveway?” “Mom has a temperature-controlled closet for her clothing, and there’s a massive wine cellar in the basement with a bulletproof door for security.” I grip the wheel tighter as sweat beads on the back of my neck. Cora toys with the slit that climbs halfway up her thigh. “Wow.” “We could turn around and
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