Confusing, overwhelming, unnerving. Giddy with desire, knots of tension overtaking rational sense. “Charlotte, come into my study.” She stiffened when her father imperiously waved her forward. What was he doing home so early in the morning again? As a child she had entered the room to a myriad of warm accents and plush fabrics, beautiful, leather-bound books, and lovely paintings. But like everything in her world, it had been stripped and bared. They should have sold the house last year and rented a smaller home in a less prestigious section of town, but appearance was everything to her father, and they would cling to these crumbling walls until the bitter end, when there was nothing left. “Where have you been?” he snapped. That Charlotte had been out wasn’t the issue. That she had been taking an early-morning walk in the park down the street wasn’t either.
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