e room. The only sound was Addi

e took a heavy step backward, his face dark with humilia

ora wasn'

ard, closing the distance and stan

n to breathe. Addisyn instinctively tried to back away, but he

es bypassed Addisyn's crying face a

ribly with the cheap pink fabric of her dress, was

the "Eye of the Deep," her late moth

She pulled it sharply toward her. The thick diamond chain dug into

grab her throat, her tears flowing freely now.

ne again, but Eleonora shot him a glare

e you permission to touch my mother's things

ic. "D-Dad! Clyde said it looked pretty wit

Clyde? What gives him the right t

empt. "Tell me, you two Ivy League scholars. What is the charge in the New York Stat

f gray. He knew exactly what it was. I

d there and defended her. Is this what your elite famili

shattered the delicate, innocent socialite

at the thought that the pure, sweet girl he ha

s room with the label of a thief, her reputatio

im act and desperately reached behind her neck, her

manicured nails scratched her own

sapphire necklace slid off her neck an

ly. She looked at Isaac, her eyes begging for sympath

at the necklace in Eleonora's hand, a dark s

le alcohol wipe. Right in front of their faces, she beg

d been contaminated by a deadly virus. The silent, physical ge

burned like acid in her chest. She dug her fingernails

coat pocket. She tossed the dirty wipe perf

them. "The room. The jewelry. If there is anythin

absolute clarity that in this room, Eleonora had st