To be cut off from Maya, from the only pla

t like a ghost walking through the lavishly decorated ballroom at The Drake Hotel. Ethan wa

bar, holding a glass of champagne, looking complet

y. For the fa

's neck. It was a custom piece, a small, diamond-encrusted heart. Ethan

Ethan and walked s

necklace?" I demanded, m

touched the locket. "Ethan gave it to me. A gi

died. How you were so hysterical you let her run into the street. It's a shame, rea

iliation-it all erupted in a single, violent motion. I slappe

ing back, her hand fl

his grip like steel. He wasn't looking at me. He

y?" he asked

the hell is wrong with you? It's just a necklace! It

daughter's memory was meaningless to him. In that moment, I knew