The villa stood before them, an unassuming façade tucked away in an affluent neighborhood where each residence was worth a small fortune.

Despite its prime location, the house bore an air of neglect, as if it were rarely inhabited.

Debra raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn't have pegged this as your style."

Andrew coughed a little, his face pale. He pulled out a key and unlocked the door.

"This isn't my house."

"If it's not yours, why do you have the key?"

"A friend entrusted it to me."

There were very few people in Seamar City whom Andrew considered friends. Debra immediately thought of Marion.

taste that hinted at a bygone era. It was impeccably maintained,

someone come in to clean periodically. It hasn't

where Marion used

had never mentioned it, though he had hinted

sofa. Above the mantel, a wedding photo caught her eye. A pregnant woman with a gentle face

en

"This place..."

home of Mr. and Mrs. Houston," Andrew explained, a touch of nostalgia

then, so he didn't remember much. But he knew how much the

business circles. The affection in

family's roots

withdrew from the power center and moved to Seamar City to start a

Marion suffer overseas

as a

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