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    The first thing I tasted was blood. The second was betrayal. It sat warm and metallic at the back of my throat while the bedroom carpet scraped the skin along my arm and the ceiling light hummed above me with the lazy indifference of a machine

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    Chapter 5: Lunch with the Enemy

    By noon, the dining room had become a stage.

    The house smelled of lemon chicken, polished wood, and deception.

    Marjorie arrived wearing pearls and satisfaction. She kissed Adrian’s cheek, then turned to me with eyes sharp enough to cut thread.

    Her gaze flickered over my face.

    She saw the makeup.

    She also saw what I could not quite hide beneath it: triumph.

    For the first time, a crack appeared in her expression.

    She knew what her son was. Worse, she loved him for it.

    We sat down to lunch. Adrian poured wine. Marjorie complained about the flowers. I listened quietly, passing plates, refilling glasses, smiling exactly as I had been ordered to smile.

    Then I reached beside my chair and lifted the manila envelope.

    I placed it beside Adrian’s plate.

    The room went still.

    His hand hovered over it, his confidence flickering like a candle starved of air… Continue Reading ⬇️

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