I had been living and working inside the Halden mansion for nearly three years, long enough to know its rhythms—when the floorboards creaked, when the boys woke from nightmares, when the silence meant trouble instead of peace. After Mrs. Halden died, that silence deepened, swallowing the house whole. Only Caleb and Mason’s shy laughter broke through it now and then. Their father, Russell Halden, a tech millionaire, buried himself in business trips and conferences, leaving the boys in my care more than in his….CONTINUE READING BELOW
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