Josiah
I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it because then, my world, everything I believed in, would come crumbling down.
The air around us was suddenly suffocating even if we were outside. It was as if the trees themselves closed in around me. My fingers tightened around the jeweled hairpin I had just yanked from Agatha’s maid's trembling hands. Its cold weight dug into my palm, but it was not the bite of gold and diamonds that unsettled me.
It was the memories it carried.
Could I have been wrong all along?
The sight of the delicate pearl-studded pin, glinting faintly under the late sun’s glow, ripped open a door in my mind that I had long since bolted shut.
I staggered back a step. My breath came short. For years, almost a decade even, I had buried that night in the d
