Chapter 2 - MarthaMartha had served the Villaseñor family for twenty-three years.
She had polished their silver.
Prepared their dinners.
Closed their curtains.
And heard conversations behind mahogany doors that powerful people assumed servants would forget.
Martha never forgot.
She knew Eleanor's cruelty.
She knew the family's secrets.
But she had never imagined witnessing something so monstrous.
When Chloe's body slid toward the widening hole, Martha moved before she could think.
She threw herself across the broken glass.
Her stomach slammed against the jagged frame.
Pain tore through her.
She ignored it.
Her hands reached into the darkness.
Her fingers caught Chloe's ankles.
"Hold on!"
Chloe screamed as her body dangled above the shaft.
"Martha!"
"I've got you!"
The glass groaned beneath Martha's weight.
Blood began soaking through her uniform.
Her arms trembled.
Below Chloe was nothing but darkness.
Eight floors of empty air.
"Martha, I can't hold on!"
"Don't look down!"
"I'm scared!"
"I know."
Martha tightened her grip.
"But you're going to live."
Her voice broke.
"You and that baby are going to live."
The building shuddered again.
Another section of glass detached and vanished into the darkness.
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Martha's shoulder nearly gave out.
Then footsteps thundered from the private office.
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