8:10 P.M. Cross Mansion

The drive home was unusually quiet.

Normally...

Aria would fill the silence with small conversations.

Tonight...

She simply stared out the window.

The old photograph remained clutched tightly in her hands.

Damian glanced at her several times.

He knew better than to interrupt.

Whatever had happened at Carter Mansion...

It had unsettled her more than she wanted to admit.

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The Rolls-Royce pulled into Cross Mansion.

Mrs. Helen hurried to greet them.

"Dinner is ready."

Damian smiled politely.

"We'll be there shortly."

Aria forced a smile.

"I'm not hungry."

Without waiting for a response, she quietly walked upstairs.

Damian watched her disappear.

Something was wrong.

Very...