“I can live anywhere. That house—it’s not the same anymore. It feels wrong.” My voice deadened with manufactured disdain as I spoke, a deliberate jab at the villa, feigning contempt.

But in truth, every inch of that house had been arranged exactly as I liked it. I loved it.

Now, though, nothing mattered more than my mother’s jade bracelet.

“How much do you want?”

“Eight million.”

If I were being fair, I’d ...