Deeper Than Lust

HAZEL

The Vance mansion feels colder than I remember. The place feels like a museum. It's beautiful, expensive, and completely unwelcoming. This is my first time stepping foot here since my mother married their father. I can't get over it.

Mum pulls me into a tight hug that smells like her familiar perfume and expensive hairspray.

"Darling," she whispers against my hair, squeezing me harder.