Chapter 2 - The Lie That Saved My Life
"Put the glass down, Morgan."
Julian's voice was unnaturally calm.
I had heard that tone before.
It was the voice he used when he wanted to frighten someone without appearing angry.
I tightened my grip on the glass.
"Why?"
"Because you've ruined my gift."
I looked at the dark particles floating around the necklace.
"Gold doesn't usually do this in water."
"Cheap cleaning products can damage jewelry."
"I didn't use any cleaning products."
Something flickered across his face.
For a moment, neither of us moved.
Then he stepped closer.
"Give it to me."
I instinctively moved backward.
"Julian, what's on this necklace?"
"Nothing."
"Then why are you so upset?"
"Because you don't trust me!"
His sudden outburst made me flinch.
But instead of apologizing, he reached toward the glass.
I stepped sideways, keeping the kitchen counter between us.
"I'm taking it to a jeweler."
His expression changed immediately.
"No."
The word came too quickly.
"Why not?"
"Because I'll take care of it myself."
"It's my necklace, Julian."
"I bought it."
"And you gave it to me."
His jaw tightened.
I had never seen him look at me quite that way.
Not like a husband arguing with his wife.
Like a man watching a carefully constructed plan collapse.
His phone vibrated again.
He glanced toward the screen, then quickly turned it facedown.
"Did you wear it at all last night?"
I went still.
"Why?"
"Just answer."
"No."
He stared at me.
"Not even for a few minutes?"
"No, Julian."
A muscle moved in his cheek.
Then he did something that frightened me more than his anger.
He smiled.
"Well, that's disappointing."
I knew I had to get out.
But I couldn't leave the necklace behind.
I glanced toward the kitchen window.
At that moment, my phone chimed with a message from Tessa Kim, my closest friend and coworker.
I'm downstairs. Ready for our meeting?
Tessa occasionally picked me up for work, and I had asked her for a ride the previous evening.
I had never been so grateful for a routine favor.
"That's Tessa," I said. "She's waiting."
Julian looked toward the window.
"Call her. Tell her you're staying home."
"I have payroll reports due."
"They can wait."
"No, they can't."
He moved closer and grabbed my wrist.
Not hard enough to leave a mark.
Just hard enough to remind me that he was stronger.
"You're not taking that necklace anywhere."
I looked directly into his eyes.
"Let go of me."
He didn't.
I raised my voice.
"Julian. Let. Go."
Footsteps sounded in the apartment hallway.
Our neighbor, Mrs. Alvarez, was leaving for work.
Julian immediately released my wrist.
"Don't embarrass me," he whispered.
I wrapped the glass carefully in a kitchen towel, keeping it upright, and placed it inside a sturdy container in my work bag.
Julian watched every movement.
He didn't stop me again.
Instead, he leaned close enough for me to smell his cologne.
"Be home by six. We need to talk about the cottage."
I walked out without answering.
Only after Tessa pulled away from our building did I begin shaking.
She glanced at me.
"Morgan? What's wrong?"
I tried to speak.
Nothing came out.
Then I started crying.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
I simply couldn't hold back the fear anymore.
Tessa pulled into a quiet parking lot.
I told her everything.
The elderly woman.
The necklace.
The cloudy water.
Julian's reaction.
And the message on his phone.
By the time I finished, Tessa's face had gone pale.
"You're not going home tonight."
"I don't know what's happening."
"Neither do I. But we are not pretending this is normal."
We drove to Caldwell Construction.
I was still carrying the necklace and glass, now carefully secured inside my bag.
I had just stepped through the building entrance when someone spoke behind me.
"Morgan Reed Avery?"
I turned.
The elderly woman from the bus stood near the reception desk.
Gray trench coat.
Green beret.
Worn brown handbag.
My stomach dropped.
"You?"
She looked at my bag.
"Did you do what I told you?"
I nodded slowly.
Her eyes filled with dread.
"Did he see the glass?"
"Yes."
She closed her eyes.
"Oh, sweetheart."
Tessa stepped protectively beside me.
"Who are you?"
The woman opened her handbag and removed a small photograph.
It showed another woman smiling beside a lake.
Around her neck was a delicate gold chain.
Almost identical to mine.
The elderly woman's voice trembled.
"Her name was Nora Sloane."
She looked directly at me.
"She received a necklace just like yours."
I felt my chest tighten.
"What happened to her?"
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The woman's answer made my knees weaken.
"She died three days after she started wearing it."
