Chapter 7: One Necklace for Each Daughter
Richard ran a hand over his face.
“Madeline,” he muttered, “please sit down.”
“Don’t tell me to sit down!” she shouted suddenly.
The force of her voice made Clara jump.
Madeline pointed at the necklace.
“That emerald belonged to my mother. It was cut into two pieces when I became pregnant.” Her voice shook violently. “One for each daughter.”
Clara stared at the matching necklace in Madeline’s hand. Her lips parted slightly.
“I—I don’t understand…”
Madeline looked at Richard again.
“But he does.”
Richard’s silence said enough.
And that silence finally destroyed her.
“You told me she died,” Madeline whispered.
He closed his eyes.
Not denial. Not confusion. Guilt. Pure guilt.
Clara stepped backward again. “What’s happening?”
Madeline’s tears spilled freely now. “You’re my daughter.”… Continue Reading ⬇️
