Chapter 7
The girls’ bedroom doors were locked.
Bianca claimed it was to prevent them from wandering during the party.
The key hung from a gold chain around her wrist.
I saw it when she folded her arms.
“Give me the key.”
She looked toward Lorraine.
Lorraine avoided her eyes.
That was the first fracture between them.
Bianca lifted her chin.
“They destroy things when unsupervised.”
“They are five.”
“They need boundaries.”
I handed Chloe to a woman named Margaret Lang, a retired pediatrician who had attended the party with her husband.
She had already removed her velvet wrap and placed it around Grace.
“May I hold her?” Margaret asked.
Chloe looked at me.
I nodded.
Only then did Chloe allow herself to be transferred.
Consent.
The children had forgotten adults could ask.
I held out my hand again.
“The key.”
Bianca took one step backward.
Two men near the ballroom entrance shifted aside, leaving the hallway visible.
No one blocked her.
No one needed to.
Every guest had become a witness.
Lorraine whispered, “Give it to him.”
Bianca turned on her.
“You agreed they needed discipline.”
The sentence silenced the room.
Lorraine’s face emptied.
“I did not agree to this.”
“To what? They are alive.”
Ava flinched.
Something cold moved through me.
I crossed the distance between us but stopped well outside Bianca’s reach.
“Remove the key and place it on the tray.”
She looked into my face.
Whatever she saw finally convinced her.
She unclasped the chain and dropped the key beside the champagne bottle.
The metal struck silver.
Margaret took the girls toward the fireplace while staying within my sight.
Ava still held the bread.
No one tried to remove it.
I unlocked the bedroom corridor.
Inside the first room, four small beds had been stripped of blankets.
The closets contained summer clothing.
The heat vents were closed.
Dozens of expensive dresses still had their tags attached.
On the dresser sat a notebook written in Bianca’s handwriting.
Four names.
Numbers beside each.
Food portions.
Punishments.
Minutes standing.
Minutes alone.
I did not read beyond the first page.
Not because I could not face it.
Because the girls were waiting.
I closed the notebook and handed it to Mason’s security liaison, who had just entered the corridor.
“Preserve everything.”
Behind me, Bianca said, “You are misunderstanding a routine.”
I turned.
“No.”
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