Alone in the guest bathroom, Ethan stared at himself in the mirror.
The man staring back didn’t look like him. Clean skin. A trimmed beard. A crisp shirt. He felt like an imposter — but he also felt something else.
He scrubbed until the water turned brown, then dressed in the expensive clothes laid out for him. The soft fabric felt strange against his skin.
As he walked down the stairs, he saw Olivia waiting.
Her eyes widened.
“I almost didn’t recognize you,” she whispered.
Ethan managed a shy smile. “Yeah… me neither.”
Secrets in the Mansion
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