Chapter Fifty-OneNight had fallen over Boston, darkness enveloping the city like a velvet shroud. But the darkness only made the city more beautiful—glowing lights from towering skyscrapers pierced the night sky, their reflections shimmering in the harbor waters. Boston at night was a spectacle of modern elegance, a testament to power and wealth.Sarah sat some distance away from her house, hidden in the shadows between streetlights, watching the gates with hollow eyes. Maybe when her mother arrived, she would recognize her. Someone had to recognize her eventually.She stared at the house with a longing that physically hurt. If she’d been able to enter earlier, she would have taken a long, hot bath by now. Her maids would be responding to her every whim, taking care of her, pampering her. She’d be preparing for a good night’s rest, trying to process and clear away the traumatic scenes from Simon Stone’s torture chamber.But no.Instead, she was locked out of a house she’d built with