Barry’s car rolled through the iron gates of the mansion. The ride back from the club had been quiet, but his mind wasn’t. Dean’s words still echoed in his head.
When the driver stopped, Barry stepped out and adjusted his jacket. The night air was cooler than earlier, brushing against his skin as he entered the mansion.
Inside, the faint smell of fresh polish and perfume mixed with the warmth of the house. He walked further in and heard low voices drifting from the living room.
His eyes flicked to the sound. Julia was there, seated on the long cream couch, her posture relaxed. Across from her sat Lucy. She wore a soft sweater, her legs tucked under her as she listened to Julia speak.
Barry paused in the doorway for a second, his gaze settling on Lucy. She noticed him almost instantly.
