“Give it back,” I whispered, watching my sister-in-law slip my jade bracelet onto her wrist—the one my husband had given me on our wedding night

his hair. “Mom called me this morning. Madison took the bracelet to Mr. Dawson—the estate attorney—after the jeweler mentioned it might be valuable. She thought she could claim it herself.”

A bitter laugh slipped from me. “Of course she did.”

Ethan looked up, shame flooding his face. “Claire, I didn’t know.”

“No,” I replied quietly. “You never asked.”

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