Chapter 44
What Should’ve Stayed Buried
Andrew’s POV
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She’s asking questions.
Digging through ash as if it won’t choke her. As if she won’t find the bones we buried for a reason.
Mary.
She’s going to burn herself alive before she even knows what fire she’s playing with.
I watched her from across the hallway earlier. The way her brows pinched as she passed Charles. The determination beneath her graceful steps. She was quiet, but not invisible. And not harmless.
She was looking for answers.
And I knew exactly what kind.
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I found my father in the cigar lounge, the one place in this cursed estate where ghosts still whispered through the walls. He was seated in his usual throne-like chair, one leg crossed over the other, nursing a half-empty glass of scotch like it held the an
