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As I stepped through our front door, I couldn't shake the feeling that our house was more like a museum than a home. The marble floors were polished to perfection, and those giant vases seemed like they could hide a body or at least a really embarrassing secret.
I told myself I was just making a quick stop to grab some clothes and maybe those notebooks I left all over my desk for school. And yeah, I definitely wanted to fish out that snowflake charm I tucked away after the holidays because Gigi wouldn't stop teasing me about how 'sentimental' it made me look.
It was oddly quiet inside, the kind of silence that felt heavy, broken only by the hum of the air conditioning and some faint clinking of dishes in the kitchen where the maids were likely finishing up their afternoon chores.
