
The heavy oak door slammed shut, the sound echoing through the marble foyer like a gunshot. Marc didn't need to look up from his tablet to know Rose had arrived. The air in the house shifted instantly, charged with a volatile, sour energy that clung to her like a second skin. He heard the rhythmic, aggressive thud of her sneakers against the floorboards, followed by the sharp click of her bedroom door locking.






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