BRIELLE’S POV

Brielle paused, her left hand lifted, as she considered knocking on Madeline's door.

She had vowed to confront Madeline about the missing necklace before weeping herself to sleep last night, and now she was here.

Her eyes were still sore from sobbing all day, and even though she was shaking violently with rage, Brielle knew she had to talk to Madeline or she wouldn't be herself at all.

She needed answers, and Lord knows she'd battle for them if she had to.

Brielle brought ...