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Part Two For a few seconds, the Ravenshire dining room seemed to forget how to breathe. The candles flickered. The silverware shone. The porcelain plates

  Part Two For several seconds, nobody in the Harrington dining room seemed able to breathe. The crystal tray still rested in Mila’s hands.

Part Two For a long moment, the charity dinner became perfectly still. The music in the next room continued to play, soft and elegant, but no one in the

Part Two For one terrible moment, even the ocean seemed to stop moving. The fog hung low over the cemetery. The waves crashed somewhere below the cliff

  Part Two For several seconds, no one in the dining room moved. The candles still burned. The flowers still stood in their tall glass vases.

  Part Two The rich man stopped breathing. Not because of pain. Not even because his foot had moved. But because of what the boy had said.

Part Two For a moment, no one moved. Daniel Westbrook knelt on the marble floor with his arms around his son and the elderly housekeeper who had quietly

  Part Two Grace Blackwell’s hands were empty for the first time that morning. For thirty-five years, those hands had never rested long.

Part Two Mrs. Evelyn Parker did not move at first. She stood in the middle of the Whitmore foyer with empty hands, staring at Andrew Whitmore as if she

Part Two Mrs. Nora stood in the middle of the grand hall with empty hands. For thirty-two years, those hands had never been empty. They had folded linen