The room was too quiet.
Julia's bed was gone. Her makeup still sat on the vanity. A dress she never wore hung by the window. Sylvia touched the hem and flinched like it burned.
Camila hadn't spoken to her since the hospital.
Todd had only said, “We'll handle the press. Stay in your room."
Albert, of course, had other plans.
“You need to rest," he said, stepping into her space uninvited.
She turned her back on him.
“You're still carrying the heir," he added.
“Don't call it that," she snapped.
He didn't flinch. “I meant what I said. I'll tell my parents soon."
“You think that's what I want?"
“It doesn't matter what you want," he said. “You're already part of the family."
“I'm not replacing Julia."
“She's gone."
“And you helped kill her."
That finally made him blink.
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