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Sarah laughed, a sound like glass windchimes. She sat on the edge of the bed and began stroking his hair with a tenderness that made his skin crawl. "Oh, Elias. I’ve already handled that. I sent the emails. I told everyone you needed a 'spiritual retreat.' And they believed me. Why wouldn't they? I’m your sister. I know what’s best for you."

Elias looked at the tea, then at the door. "Sarah, you can’t keep me here. My friends, my job—they’ll notice I’m gone." RJ431484.mp3

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "Outside, the world is loud and cruel. People take from you. They exhaust you. But here? Here, I provide everything. Your favorite meals, your favorite books... and me. Always me." Sarah laughed, a sound like glass windchimes

The rain hammered against the windowpane of the attic bedroom, a rhythmic drumming that usually brought Elias peace. Today, it felt like a countdown. He tried to shift in his seat, but the soft click of the heavy brass padlock on his door reminded him he wasn't going anywhere. I’ve already handled that