"Would you mind taking off your gloves to show my wife?" Remington asked gently, his voice filled with a subtle curiosity. "I don't mind at all. I was just worried about startling Mrs. Dashiell," came the calm reply.

Lizetta was somewhat puzzled by their exchange, but Eileen set down her glass of water and slowly removed her gloves. Despite preparing herself for something unusual, Lizetta couldn't help but flinch and pale slightly at the sight of Eileen's hands.

Eileen's right hand was missing a thumb, cleanly it had been severed at the base.

The scar was smooth, healed over time, but the sight was still jarringly discomforting.

Lizetta, managing to suppress her shock, politely averted her gaze and spoke with a strained voice, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, really. It's been many years. I've gotten used to it."

out to take Lizetta's trembling hand in his own, before saying to Eileen, "I'd like a moment alone

and walked into the living room, carrying Dorothy upstairs

still in shock, turned to

but hoped the reality wasn't as grim

her. I thought she

skipped a beat; it seemed disbelief

I

his past with her, a past that included Stella; it was a taboo subject that he

match mine. I had gotten hot and took off my jacket and hat, and she picked

up, and the kidnappers, furious and panicked, took us both and ran. We were

to escape, we chewed through our bindings while the

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