Chapter 5 - The Necklace
“Where did you get her necklace?” Ethan’s voice was a sharp, low whisper, the tenderness gone, replaced by a sudden, desperate demand.
Emma’s hands began to shake violently, and she snapped the locket shut with a metallic click, trying to shield it with her fingers. She shook her head, her tears overflowing as she looked at him, her entire body trembling with a fear that went far deeper than his previous anger.
“She gave it to me… before she died,” Emma sobbed, her voice barely audible as she cradled the baby tighter.
Ethan leaned in, his face pale as his hand gripped the armrest of the velvet chair, his eyes searching hers with a mounting, desperate horror.
“Before she died?” he whispered, the words heavy and terrible in the quiet room.
Emma looked past his shoulder toward the locked nursery door, her voice dropping into a chilling, barely whisper that made the hair on the back of Ethan's neck stand up.
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“She knew what they were planning.”
Before Ethan could ask her to name the people behind his wife’s death, the sound of heavy footsteps in the hallway outside shattered the silence, followed by the metallic click of the doorknob.
