He was the one truly responsible for her death.
With Nora properly cared for now, some of the weight lifted from my chest.
It was time to make my next move.
By the time I got home, darkness had fallen.
Elijah sat on the couch, his expression sour, his tone dripping with passive aggression.
"Oh, so you do remember where you live? I thought you'd abandoned this family entirely."
Caroline Lambert was there too. The moment I walked in, she rolled her eyes with theatrical disdain.
I ignored them both and headed toward the bedroom to grab a change of clothes.
But Elijah stood and blocked my path.
"Cassandra. Your mother's gold jewelry—where is it? It's gone."
I stopped mid-step and let shock flood my face. "How would you know it's gone?"
He faltered, his gaze sliding away. "I went to the old family house today to clean up. The box was empty."
"Where did you put it? Nora's surgery requires money urgently. I was going to discuss selling the jewelry to help cover the costs..."
As if. In my last life, he'd stolen that gold to shower gifts on Anita Pruitt.
This time, when he couldn't find it, he'd panicked.