Millionaire’s son brings home a black girl—what the mother sees in her necklace FREEZES her cold..
«I’ve had a lifelong fascination with unraveling mysteries.» Richard offered a modest, courteous grin, yet his attention drifted once more to her adornment. «What a lovely item.»
«An inherited family treasure.» Riley glanced downward. «Well, not exactly.»
«I’m unsure of its origins.» «Really?» «I was raised in the foster system.»
«That chain was the sole item discovered alongside me when I was an infant.» The space grew utterly motionless. Richard shared a quick look toward the vacant threshold from which Amanda had departed.
Riley failed to observe it. She continued gazing at the golden trinket, oblivious to the fact that it had unlocked a portal this household had vowed to keep shut forever. Amanda positioned herself by the washroom basin, letting cool liquid flow across her arms, her respiration erratic and labored.
That evening hadn’t crossed her thoughts for ages. The downpour. The cries.
The choice they had pledged to bury in silence. And here, a young lady appears in her residence donning that very chain. She clutched the ledge, struggling to maintain her balance.
On the lower level, Logan remained blissfully ignorant. He was engrossed in observing Riley chuckle lightly, with a hint of anxiety, while she narrated an anecdote about a student in her programming class who unwittingly caused a machine to whirl endlessly. «It just kept going,» she remarked with a smile.
«We ended up disconnecting the entire setup.» Richard laughed courteously, though his thoughts raced wildly. He recognized that chain from somewhere.
In a medical facility. Enveloped in a cloth stained with crimson. Abruptly, sounds of steps resounded from the corridor.
Amanda reentered, poised and as unyielding as fine china. She resumed her position with a forced upward curve of her lips. «My apologies.»
«I simply had to review a notification.» «All good?» Logan inquired. «Absolutely,» she affirmed.
However, she then directed her attention to Riley and inquired bluntly, «Have you made attempts to locate your biological family?» Riley’s expression faltered. She paused before responding. «I did in the past,» she murmured.
«But I ceased after receiving a caution to drop the matter.» The hush that followed was so dense Logan sensed it constricting his torso. «A caution from whom,» he echoed, inclining closer.
Riley confirmed with a nod. «Yes. This happened around three years back.»
«I submitted a form for basic details without names. A week later, an anonymous printed message arrived via post. No sender information.»
«Merely a single line.» «What was written?» Richard questioned, his tone subdued. Riley shifted her gaze among them.
«It read, ‘Cease your search. Certain tombs are locked for good cause.'»..
