called home. She had to retrieve her personal belongings, especially the few things her moth

e foyer, her eyes landed on a pair of red high heels carelessly discarded

sofa as if she owned the place, was Clio. She was wearin

look surprised. She'd been waiting. She stretc

dened. "What are

th. "Elliott asked me to come over and keep him company. He was so t

orced herself to stay calm, refusing to waste her breath on thi

to get out? Elliott told me, he's not getti

o followed, her voice a constant, grating taunt. "This is a lovely house. It'll be mine soon. Oh, and your

e back what you took of my mother's." She saw it then. Around Clio's neck, a familiar, cherished o

before it was replaced by brazen defiance. "What are you talking about? I found th

with rage. This was her breaking point. Thi

o taunted, lifting

before Clio could pull away. Clio shrieked and cl

io cursed, trying to

. The housekeeper, Maria White, heard the commotion and ran up from downs

locket, was pulled off balance with her. In the chaotic struggle, there was a sharp, sickening snap. The delicate chain broke

the air and hit the marble floor. The crack o