The Daughter in the Shadows (by Una Norris) novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52 Shadows at the Window

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When Yunice still didn’t answer, Quinton’s voice turned colder, his patience wearing thin. “Maybe you don’t know who you’re dealing with, but I don’t give up on things easily–especially not those medical notes. If you can rewrite them from memory. name your price–whatever you want.”

Yunice didn’t flinch. “I can’t.”

“Ms. Yunice said you have an exceptional memory,” he shot back. “You just don’t want to

Yunice let out a breath. Of course. Elsie always finds a way to make my life harder.

“She lied. I’ve got a terrible memory. I’m mentally ill,” she said flatly, her eyes drifting toward the window, brows slightly

furrowed.

She thought she’d heard something earlier. Now, seeing the window shift slightly, she was sure something–or someone out there.

She set the phone down and moved toward the window quietly, missing Quinton’s final threat as the call cut off.

At the window, Yunice stood still as she watched a thin wire slip through the gap, hooking the latch and twisting until it snapped free.

curity cameras were installed on the outside wall.

The window wasn’t large–just meant for ventilation so no security

Yunice had no idea who was trying to break in.

Click The lock gave way. A second later, the window was shoved open from the outside.

Paul had one foot on the sill, both hands gripping the frame. He froze, startled by Yunice standing right there.

But he recovered quickly and started to climb in

Yunice moved faster. She shoved against him. “Get out!”

Paul frowned and glanced over his shoulder, then said, “Someone’s coming. You really want them to see me climbing. through your window?”

Yunice’s face tightened. Paul was the one breaking the rules, but somehow she was the one getting cornered.

Because everyone knew how things worked in the Saunders family–no matter who messed up, the blame always landed on

I’m serious, someone’s coming!” Paul whispered, urgency creeping into his voice.

Yunice clenched her teeth, then stepped aside.

Paul climbed in and shut the window behind him.

Outude, Elie had followed and was pressed against the wall, eavesdropping.

Inside, neither of them noticed. Yunice sat back at her desk with a cold expression and glanced at her phone. Quinton had already hung up.

Paul glanced around, taking in the familiar setup of her room. He quietly drew in a breath.

That faint scent lingering in the air–hers–was both distant and familiar. It reminded Paul of something he hadn’t felt in at long time

It wasn’t sweet or particularly pleasant. More like herbs and old wood, with that sharp medicinal edge. He used to complain.

He shook off the thought, slid one hand into his pocket, and walked over with practiced cool. Thanks for not throwing me

Even when he apologized, he did it like he was doing her a favor–head up, chin lifted, looking down on her the whole time

He was the classic spoiled rich boy, through and through. And yet, he must really love Elsie–because he actually changed for

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