Chapter 22 - Unmasking the MonsterMark lifted Lily into his arms. She weighed almost nothing. Her frail body felt like a bundle of dry twigs. As he held her, his hand touched her back, and she winced in pain.

Slowly, Mark pulled back her oversized sleeve. Beneath the dirt were faint purple bruises matching the shape of adult fingers.
Kate took a step backward, her hand trembling so hard that red wine splashed onto her pristine white dress. "She... she fell! You know how clumsy she is, Mark!"
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"Where is Owen?" Mark asked, his voice deathly calm.
Kate swallowed hard, unable to meet his eyes. Without waiting for an answer, Mark carried Lily toward the back of the mansion. He pushed open the heavy wooden door leading to the basement stairs. From the dark depths below came a faint, rhythmic whimpering.
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