That night, while Irene attended a gallery opening in the city, Chloe let herself into the main house. The key turned smoothly. The door opened onto a stairwell that smelled of cedar and something sweeter — vanilla, maybe, or decay.
Irene stood at the top of the stairs, still in her gallery coat, rain glistening on her hair. PureTaboo - Aaliyah Love- Kristen Scott -The In...
“Your father,” the lawyer had said gently, “left the lake house to Irene. And to Chloe… a monthly trust, accessible after she turns twenty-five, or upon Irene’s written consent.” That night, while Irene attended a gallery opening
The basement of the main house had always been locked. Irene said it was flooded, unstable. Chloe had believed her. still in her gallery coat