WHILE BUYING A JEWEL, THE MILLIONAIRE SAW THE PENDANT HE GAVE TO HIS DAUGHTER BEFORE SHE DISAPPEARED

WHILE BUYING A JEWEL, THE MILLIONAIRE SAW THE PENDANT HE GAVE TO HIS DAUGHTER BEFORE SHE DISAPPEARED...

Michael Reynolds stood in the doorway of a room he hadn’t entered in years. Dust lingered in the air as sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a soft glow on the faded wallpaper. It was Emily’s room—untouched since the day she disappeared. Her favorite stuffed animals sat in a neat row on the bed, and a picture of her smiling face, framed in silver, rested on the nightstand. She had been seven, innocent, full of life.

Michael’s chest tightened. He had tried so hard to keep it all together, to live through the crushing pain that came with each passing year, but the truth was that part of him had died the day she was taken. He could still hear her laughter, the sound of her little feet running through the house. Now, there was nothing but silence. A deep, heavy silence that filled every corner of the mansion.

Elizabeth would’ve known what to do. His first wife had always been the strong one, the glue that kept their world from falling apart. But she was gone too, lost in childbirth when Emily came into the world. The irony of it all—Elizabeth had given her life to bring Emily into this world, and then the world had cruelly taken Emily away.