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Chapter 3 - Whispers Behind Closed Doors

Vanessa’s expression hardened for a fraction of a second before softening into a look of wounded disbelief. "Maria... how could you lie like that after everything I've done for your family?"

"I am not lying, Mrs. Oleso," Maria said, her voice growing stronger. "Mr. Oleso, if you want to know the truth, go look at your niece right now. Don't look at the kitchen, don't look at the papers. Go look at Lily."

Marcus didn't wait for another word. He bounded up the grand staircase, his heavy footsteps echoing through the marble hallway. Vanessa hurried behind him, her heels clicking rapidly against the floor, her gentle voice turning sharp and frantic. "Marcus, stop! You're escalating a situation you don't understand! She’s unstable right now—"

Marcus reached the end of the long hallway, stopping outside the smallest guest bedroom—a room normally reserved for storage. He turned the brass handle, but it wouldn't budge.

It was locked from the outside.

Marcus turned slowly to face Vanessa, his face pale with sudden, rising fury. "Why is this door locked?"

"For her own safety!" Vanessa pleaded, reaching out for his sleeve. "She was trying to run out into the street earlier! Marcus, please, listen to me—"

Without answering, Marcus grabbed the key left on the high molding above the frame, unlocked the door, and pushed it open.

The room was freezing. The blinds were drawn tight, blocking out the sun. Sitting on the edge of a bare mattress without blankets was Lily. She was wearing a faded t-shirt three sizes too big for her, shivering, her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach.

When the door flew open, Lily didn't look up with hope. She flinched, pulling her knees up to her chest and hiding her face. "I'm sorry," the little girl sobbed softly into her knees. "I'm sorry, I'll be good... don't leave me in the dark."

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Marcus felt as if the air had been kicked out of his lungs. He rushed forward, dropping to his knees beside the bed. "Lily... Lily, baby, look at me. It’s Uncle Marcus."

The little girl slowly peeped over her knees. Her cheeks were hollow, her dark eyes wide with terror and exhaustion. "Uncle Marcus?" she whispered. "Are... are you mad at me too?"

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