Micah’s cry didn’t fade with the morning light.

Even after the guards scoured the house, even after Adrian swore no one had broken in, I still heard it echoing—loud and sharp—rattling my ribs long after he’d fallen asleep again.

The necklace she left behind was unmistakable.

Rusted chain. Heart-shaped pendant. The scratch behind the silver, where she’d carved our initials when we were ten—E + E. She never took it off. Until now.

Adrian held it with gloved fingers, as though it ...