Vanessa’s POV

The moment Vanessa stepped into her room in the mansion, the heavy wooden door shutting quietly behind her, she finally allowed herself to drop the perfectly curated expression she’d maintained since they left Jersey City. Her face, earlier arranged in soft maternal calm, slipped into something closer to irritation mixed with cold calculation. She walked straight past the maids who trailed behind her, offering to help her run a bath, get her food and with whatever they ...