Lizzy had chosen this bookstore to meet Emilie for a very personal reason.
Across the street, on the corner, there was a vintage jewelry shop.
Six months ago, Lizzy had accompanied Eric there to pick out a gift for Emilie. While browsing, she had noticed a lily brooch displayed in the window—an exact replica of the one her mother had worn on her wedding day.
When she picked it up and saw the familiar initials engraved on the back, she realized it wasn't a replica at all. It was her mother's brooch!
She had nearly burst into tears.
Years ago, she had sold that brooch for 200 dollars. Now, it was priced at ten thousand.
Back then, she had made a vow. If she ever escaped the men who controlled her life, she would slowly reclaim everything she had lost, one piece at a time.
But now, whe
