Eleanor passed away exactly one week later.
Right before her death, she had her caretaker deliver a vintage wooden lockbox to my office. It didn't contain an apology letter or Nathaniel's heirlooms. Inside lay a breathtaking, antique emerald necklace.
I had searched for it for years. Nathaniel had casually dismissed it, claiming it was lost by the movers. In fact, his mother had been hoarding it the entire time.
Jeremy placed the box on my desk, his voice hushed. "She said this always belonged to the Monroe family anyway."
I lightly brushed my fingers over the emeralds. The jewels were cool and soothing against my skin. Human hearts, driven by feverish greed, rarely were.
"Add it to the asset recovery inventory and send it straight back to my family's vault," I instructed.
Jeremy nod
