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He inspected it at the best of his ability until Easton came back and the sound of the running engine went further away. Easton came up next to him and frowned. "Is this what I think it is?" Easton asked. "Doesn't it look like it? Go and check if she's still in her room," Roman replied. Easton rushed up the stairs. "What happened?" Anaya asked. Roman sat on the sofa and leaned his back against the rest. He was looking forward to a good sleep after returning home. But someone just wouldn't let him rest. "It's Charlotte," Roman whispered. "Is it?" Anaya said, not so surprised. She could guess as much. She just needed to hear it from him to confirm it. "It does look like it. The hook of the chandelier is melted. The chandelier has a strong frame and is extremely hard to break or