Chapter 12
David’s unease grew palpable as he rose abruptly to leave.
“David…” Helen clutched his sleevé, her eyes pleading. “Where are you going?”
“Be good, sweetheart. I need to go home.” David’s gentle tone carried an undercurrent of restrained anger.
Helen released his sleeve reluctantly, resentment toward Lisa simmering beneath her feigned concern. “Please don’t be harsh with her.”
“Silly girl, worry about yourself. I’ll be back soon.
David sped toward the mansion, an inexplicable dread tightening his chest–as if something vital was slipping from his grasp.
At a red light, he dialed Lisa’s number. A robotic voice answered:
“The number you have dialed is switched off.
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The familiar message now sparked unprecedented panic. He accelerated unconsciously, running red lights and exceeding speed limits unnoticed.
He just needed to see Lisa.
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Approaching the estate, his heartbeat thundered in his ears.
The moment he pushed the door open, he froze as if struck by lightning, his feet leaden.
The mansion lay in tomblike silence, the living room resembling a warzone.
“Darling?” His throat tightened, heart suspended in a web of dread.

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