Coral’s POV
The sun had barely risen, casting soft golden light over the house, when I darted down the stairs. My heart was pounding, my mind racing with thoughts of the necklace and the unsettling questions surrounding it. The faint aroma of coffee and oatmeal wafted through the air as I rounded the corner into the kitchen.
My mom Ireland was sitting at the kitchen table, her glowing hazel eyes fixed on her tablet. She was still in her robe, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand. She glanced up at me, her brows raising in surprise.
“You’re up early,” she said, her voice warm but tinged with curiosity.
“Morning, Mom,” I said quickly, sliding into a chair across from her. “I need to talk to Grandma Iris.”
She set her coffee down, her expression sharpening. “What’s going on, Coral?”
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