Annabelle's eyes darted around Richard's bedroom, taking in every detail. Her breath caught in her throat.
It was identical. Every corner, every shade, every furnishing matched her childhood bedroom back at her home—The Willow Creek Mansion—the one her mother had designed with such care. For a moment, the present dissolved, and she fell headfirst into the past.
The Willow Creek had been a wedding gift to Angela from her father. It was elegant, expansive, and filled with warmth—back then, at least. Angela had poured her heart into every inch of it. When Annabelle was born, Angela decorated her nursery in pastel pink—the classic choice for a baby girl. But things changed when Annabelle turned five.
The mansion was undergoing renovations, and little Annabelle, who had already formed strong
