“Okay, my little mouse,” Serepa whispered, brushing a curl away from his forehead. “You stay here. You watch your cartoons. You don’t go out for anything, no matter what. I’ll come see you during my breaks, okay?”
—I’ll be good, Mommy—Lily promised, already mesmerized by the screen.
Serena closed the door to the room from the outside and prayed to every saint and every god she knew that her daughter would stay hidden. She checked the entrance exactly a minute before her tour began.
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“Attention!” barked Breda, clutching the clipboard to his chest. “The petty house owner is returning today from a business trip to Italy. The entire upstairs apartment must be spotless. Not a speck of dust, not a mark on the glass.”
