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Sara
“Do you think it could still be a trap?” I ask Nora as we’re swimming in her Olympic-sized pool an hour later. With the immediate crisis over, Yulia has gone back to her room, tactfully sparing Nora her presence, so it’s just the two of us by the mansion’s gorgeous lanai.
Well, and Rosa with Lizzie, but they’re both napping in the shade.
“Anything’s possible, but Julian doesn’t think so,” Nora replies, flopping over to float on her back. Her body in a bikini is so sleek and athletic, it’s hard to believe she had a child only months earlier.
I’m wearing a bikini too—one that I borrowed from Yulia, as we’re closer in size despite the height difference. The shorts and T-shirts I’ve been wearing indeed turned out to be Yulia’s. She forgot them at Kent’s house when they moved to Cy
