The gates of Blackwood Manor had always looked like ribs to Sara Stone. Giant, wrought-iron ribs, curling up from a concrete spine to cage whoever entered. Two years ago, she had walked through them as a bride. Now, she walked through them as a ghost in waiting.
Sara had one second to decide: villain or savior.
She found the letter on the marble foyer floor, tucked beneath a vase of wilting lilies. The handwriting was hers. Or rather, a perfect copy of hers. The stepmother 3 sara stone
But as the paramedics rushed in and Ivy was carried away on a stretcher, the girl reached up and grabbed Sara’s wrist. Her grip was iron.
“From Chloe’s room,” Ivy said. “She left a diary. And a sample. You’re not as clever as you think, Stepmother.” The gates of Blackwood Manor had always looked
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And for the first time in her life, Sara Stone realized she was not the predator in this house. Now, she walked through them as a ghost in waiting
She was the prey.
“Good choice,” Ivy whispered. “Now the real game begins.”