I hear my parents downstairs settling Sara in like she is special. Why did Grey agree to let her move in? We’ve lived alone in this house our whole lives. I don't like the idea of this intruder sharing our space. But what choice do I have? It isn’t my house. My dad could bring in twenty Saras through the door and I’d be powerless to stop him.
I hole up in my room for two hours, waiting until it’s safe. Then I crack open the door, peek down over the banister to see if they are still around. Empty. Just To be sure, I signal a maid, Lyra, passing by with a bundle of towels. She climbs the stairs, head bowed, eyes fixed on the floor, just as Johanna told them to do. She doesn't want the staff to look at me, never wants me to connect with anyone. She wants me isolated and miserable.
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