s ears. Mrs. Rose's voice cut through the noise. I

Dahlia said. Her voice held ze

ent. The sky outside the dirty window w

open the top drawer. She reached all the way to

on the soft fabri

t pink diamond sat perfectly still ins

day he put it on her finger. But the memory faded f

hoved it deep into her purse. S

rain began to smash against the windshield.

gates in front of them. He glanced a

n the rain. The iron gates slowly groaned open, allowing the modest Uber to pass through the heavily g

, bright red Porsche parked in the prime spot. It was Kirt's. The sight of it-a frivolous, million-dollar purchase made while her family drowned in debt-sent a hot spike of anger thro

ont porch. She brushed the

the inside. Maeve, the head housekee

. A flicker of pity crossed her eyes

the cold water from her cheeks. Sh

in a robotic tone. "Please change into the g

s. She slid her cold feet into the thin slip

r smelled heavily of expensive agarwood

wall. The silver framed photo of her and Kir

mpty space confirmed exactl

rench glass doors of the sunroom

e doors open an

hair. She held a cup of Darjee

he sunroom. Inside, the heater blew warm air.

cross from Mrs. Rose. She did not

er chin. Her sharp eyes cu

on the saucer. The porcelain c

. Rose said. She stated the exact doll

her hand into her purse. Her fin