I took a job bathing a paralyzed billionaire because my children were starving and I had no other choice. I told myself it was only work, only a…

I had held that locket in my hands when I was nineteen years old.

It had belonged to my older brother.

Ryan Morgan.

The brother I had buried seventeen years earlier.

Or believed I had buried.

“Where did you get that?” I whispered.

Mr. Bennett’s face became perfectly still.

“Get what?”

“The locket.”

His hand instinctively moved toward it.

I stepped closer.

“That belonged to my brother.”

His jaw tightened.

“You’re mistaken.”

“No.”

My voice broke.

“No, I’m not.”

He closed his

shirt.

“Leave.”

“What?”

“I said leave.”

I stared at him.

“Tell me where you got it.”

“Your shift is over.”

“You don’t understand.”

“I understand perfectly.”