warm glow across Emma's room. The ring on her finger caug

of the morni

had received - the letter and the small key, si

the unopened letter. His hands trembled sli

open it now?" Emma asked

ermined. "I have to know what they're try

sit beside him. "Whatever it

olded the letter. The handwriti

family, come to the old warehous

"This sounds dangerous

If I don't find out what's going on, this ri

nd tightly. "Then I

s lips. "No. This is something I have to d

hard but nodde

y on with normal routines, but the weight o

l's return, praying the ring on her finger would hold mo

rt

led the air. Michael stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his jacket with careful precision. The weight o

it over in his palm. What could it possibly

ed for years. Memories of late nights and whispered deals s

t, he had

ge from Emma: Be careful.

tly, grateful

d pavement. The building loomed large and shadowed, its windows bro

ht, but the side entrance, ru

rets. Michael's heartbeat quickened as he walked thro

e darkness - a woman, her fa

" she said

cautiously. "

. "Then listen carefully. The ring you carry isn't just a symbol of love. It's t

th caught. "Wh

is when you're alone. But beware - there are th

e shadows, leaving Michael alone with his racing th

rt

behind him, the woman's warning echoing in his mind. He n

l roar in his ears. The weight of the ring on Emma's finger seemed heavier now

behind him and sat at the small kitchen table.

der the flap and pulled out a series of

tanding in front of a sprawling estate. On the bac

ed. That was the day

lly. The handwriting was neat

ruths that powerful people wanted hidden. The ring you carry

ry - distant, secretive. Now it seemed that the past was catchi

A message from Emma: I'm

screen. He wanted to tell her eve

back: I'm okay.

knew that soon m