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One Cold Sunrise

It took me some time to fall asleep. Amy had stayed downstairs after dinner, for a little chat with Ann and Edward about what would be put in motion the moment Price drove past the Manor gates. Trisha slouched down the second-floor hallway to her room, still whining and complaining about her poor aching knees. She was knocking on my door in under a minute, all fussy and flabbergasted about her private bathtub.

“I’m so taking a long bath with relaxing oils!” she cried, clapping.

“Hush!” I chided her, nodding to the nursery. “It’s late, Trish!”

“Oops!” she whispered, hand to her mouth. “Ghost kids go to bed early? Do they actually sleep?”

“You should ask them yourself tomorrow morning. Early. Cause I’m waking you up at seven tops.”

“What? You crazy? My religion forbids it. Waking up before ten is a deadly sin.”

“Suit yourself. The celebs are arriving at nine.”

She narrowed her eyes like I’d just stabbed her in the back, shook her head and slouched back to her room, grumbling under
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