blotches defiled the bodice, and the tiny pearls were strewn across the rug like shattered hopes.
“No,” I whispered. “No, no, no.” Sinking to her knees, Emily gathered the mutilated fabric against her chest. “Who would do this? Grandma, who would do this to us?” I surveyed the chamber, my sight clouded by intense anger and sorrow. That was when I noticed continue reading …
