Caroline's pov
"Caroline," Margret said gently, setting her teacup on the table. Her gaze drifted to my bare wrist before a faint crease appeared between her brows. "Where is the Harrington bracelet?"
My heart skipped a beat.
Instinctively, I looked down at my empty wrist.
The bracelet.
I swallowed the huge lump on my throat.
I swallowed hard.
Tears blurred my vision before I could stop them.
Margret's expression immediately changed.
"My dear," she said softly, reaching across the table to hold my hand. "What happened?"
I lowered my head.
"Cerene took it," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
Margret's eyes widened.
"She stole it?"
I nodded slowly.
"When she pushed me out of the window..." I paused, forcing myself to steady my breathing. "I lost consciousness for a
