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Chapter 17

Tori

After taking a long bath and getting dressed in a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, and a light cardigan, I creep out of the main bedroom.

It feels like I’m trespassing.

I glance over the wrought iron banister, and not seeing anyone, I sneak from bedroom to bedroom, taking a look around the mansion that’s now my home.

Cautiously, I head down the stairs while my eyes flit around. The décor is modern, and everything feels expensive.

When I step into the living room, I see Tiny sitting on one of the couches.

His eyes snap to me, then a crooked grin forms on his face. “Morning, Mrs. Rizzo.”

“Morning,” I whisper. I swallow on the dryness in my throat before asking, “Where’s the kitchen?”

He points to the left. “Through there.” “Thank you.”

When I step into a state-of-the-art kitchen, there’s a woman who seems to be in her late fifties or early sixties. I suck at guessing someone’s age.

Her eyes flit to me, and for a very uncomfortable moment, she looks me up and down.

“Morning,” I