Chapter 26 The House That Was Hers

The packhouse smelled like her.

Not Mara. Tessa.

Perfume. Sweet and sharp. Flowers sprayed over something rotting. The rugs were new. The curtains were new. The chairs were new. Everything Mara had touched had been thrown out and replaced.

Mara stood in the doorway and looked at it. At her house ...

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