Chapter 48 Forty Eight

The door creaked open moments later.

Antonia felt it before she saw it. The subtle shift in the air, the tightening in her chest, the instinctive dread that crawled up her spine.

Footsteps.

Measured. Familiar.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” a male voice said calmly. “Traffic was...”

The words stopped.

So did...

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