Lauren’s POV I knew something was wrong the second Mara brought the package upstairs.She hesitated at the bedroom door before handing it to me, which never happened. Nothing unsettled the staff in Julian’s penthouse unless blood was involved.“It arrived through private courier, ma’am,” she said carefully. “No return address.”My stomach tightened.The box was small, black and looked expensive. “You can leave it,” I murmured.Mara nodded quickly and disappeared. The second the door shut, I stared at the package like it might explode.Then I saw the handwriting.My breath caught so hard it hurt.I knew this handwriting even in my sleep. Even after all these years, I knew Serena’s handwriting instantly. Sharp loops. Dramatic slant. My fingers went numb.“No,” I whispered.Julian was downstairs taking a call with Marcus. I could faintly hear his voice carrying through the penthouse. I had minutes at best.I ripped the package open and a gold locket dropped into my palm.I stopped b
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