Deljen zvok

He took me to the Voss estate. Of course he did. Forty minutes outside the city, up a private road lined with lights, through iron gates that opened before we even slowed down. The kind of wealth that didn't announce itself because it didn't have to. I had been here once as a child. I remembered ma…

He took me to the Voss estate. Of course he did. Forty minutes outside the city, up a private road lined with lights, through iron gates that opened before we even slowed down. The kind of wealth that didn't announce itself because it didn't have to. I had been here once as a child. I remembered marble floors and ceilings so high they made you feel small. I remembered feeling out of place in a way I couldn't articulate — like a painting hung on the wrong wall. Inside, the house was quiet. Staff