olt of pain through her side. She was making her way down the hallwa
appy. "Oh, Archer, it's exquisite! I
responded, full of the same tendernes
clenched. She pus
ing a small, heart-shaped locket. It was antiqu
stopped
r mother'
had survived the fire. It was priceless, not because of its monetary valu
r bedroom. The only other person w
said, her voice a low grow
ack. The sudden push sent her stumbli
body tense and ready for a fight. "What is wro
f up. Pain shot through her side, but she ignor
aid coldly. "I gave it
sca stammered, her mind re
hrug. "It's just a piece of jewel
se. He had seen her take the locket out on the anniversary of her mother's death.
had given it t
e. This man was a stranger,
s expression softened. "I have to take this. I'll be right ba
changed. The sweet, vulnerable girl vanished, r
ancesca's face. "It's so pretty, isn'
ite, Amelia," F
ite he loves. He gives me everything I wa
s from you my whole life, Frankie. Your toys, your friends,
ilence hang in the air. "
spine. "You won't get away with this. H
d the locket up, her thumb stroking the gold. "You know, this is the last piece, isn't it? The last thing of yours
rancesca whispered,
Amelia. I'll get on
ne
pleaded, the word te
wo
o her knees on the cold marble floor. Her pride, her anger,
face a mask of pure, triumphant
ate, slow movement,
ocket
oor with a si
The tiny frame was bent, the glass shattered. The picture of her mother
h her. She ignored the stinging in her pa
. It was a hollow, aching void where her heart
a sharp slap.
ace, hard. A red mark was a
sort of horror washing over
he room, Amelia threw herself int
and Frankie... she got so angry. She said I didn't deserve it, an
marked face to Francesca, kneeling on the floor
ch," he
try to defend hersel
her eyes empty. "It
She knew he wouldn't.
lia and slapped her across the face, a real, stinging
her voice dangerously
raight, leaving the broken locket and t
in the hall, grabbing
e going?" he demanded, hi
eyes, cold and hard, met h
into the phone. "To