Candace arrived at the Amaranth an hour early, unable to stay in her office a moment longer. Her heels clicked against the polished deck as she paced, the preservation box containing Eleanor’s locket clutched in her hands like a lifeline.
She’d chosen to meet Lana here rather than at a restaurant because the yacht felt safer. More neutral ground, despite…
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