“Do not let her leave.”

thud. My mother, who had finally crept back into the hallway, stiffened.

“Madison, those are private—”

“Sit down, Adelaide,” I snapped, the authority in my voice silencing her instantly.

I pushed the silver binders across the polished wood until they bumped against Rowan’s arms. “These belong to you, Ro. Not me.”

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