It’s madness that leads me to the front door of Rhys' mansion.
I could’ve gone anywhere. Any place in the corners of this f*****g planet after feeling utterly defeated and broken, instead of coming here. But when I ring the bell and the door opens in an instant, I know it’s too late to turn back.
It’s the same man who opened the door last time. Only this time, his eyes widen when he recognizes me, but he moves aside anyway, allowing me to enter. My steps are hesitant because I’m unsure what exactly I came here to do.
When I turn to ask him, my voice comes out weakly, “Is Rhys home?”
“He is, ma’am,” the man responds, pointing at the staircase. “Mr. Sinclair is upstairs.”
I nod at him. My eyes travel up the elegant staircase as I ask myself what I’m about to do. No answer comes.
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