ANNA'S POV

I still didn’t fully understand what happened yesterday, or how that necklace ended up under my bed, but one thing I knew for sure was that yesterday had been one of the worst days I had ever experienced in this house. And the painful part was that I genuinely loved this house. It now feels like home, a place where I finally belonged, and watching everything almost crumble in a single day hurt more than I expected.

Even though a part of me suspected Isabel was behind it, I couldn’t point fingers recklessly. Accusing her without solid proof would only make things worse for me. It would make...