Worry washed over Ariana. Something was off. She approached the door, thinking she’d get the maid’s attention. But the door stood firm, not giving way even a little.

She pulled and yanked, but it was a no-go. Panic bubbled up as the truth settled in. She was trapped.

Heart pounding, Ariana hammered on the door, hoping her voice carried beyond it.

“Hey! Can anyone hear me?”

The maid outside smirked, hearing Ariana’s distant yells and wild thumps against the door.

Miss Pierre had hit the nail on the head. Lately, there were quite a few cunning ladies aiming to tie their fate to the well-heeled Fredricks. Claiming to be a doctor? Probably just a sneaky ploy to cozy up to Mr. Fredrick.

lesson might be just the thing to quash any silly ideas she had about the man of

and redirected her colleague, spinning a tale about a busted light and a sticky door. She

maid shuffled on. The moment they were out of whispering range,

answer. A sinking feeling took hold. It was clear. The maid had probably locked

phone? Upstairs, doing zilch. She let out an annoyed huff. Now and then, she gave the door a whack and hollered,

this mammoth of a house. Who would be around often enough

smart about it,

wrap around her in that windowless chamber, only pierced by her own racing

the pitch dark, Ariana strained to see, but shapes remained ghostly. Initially, panic had her in a vice grip. But as time dragged on and her own ragged breathing was the only sound, a bone- chilling fear settled in her heart. It was as if the

Yet, in this moment, her thoughts were a

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