Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 452

Ms. Ward thought Sylvia must have forgotten all about it, but she slipped into the kitchen, came back, and set it on the table in front of her.

It was a men's watch-understated, but worth a fortune.

Sylvia recognized it instantly. It was Rupert's.

She owned the exact same model, just the ladies' version.

But she could've sworn she didn't see this watch last night when she was cleaning up after dinner.

Unless... the person who stayed with her while she was sick was Rupert.

Lester never said he'd made the chicken soup. Sylvia had just assumed.

Thinking back on the hazy, dreamlike night, Sylvia's hand shook, and she spilled her ginger tea.

Ms. Ward hurried over with napkins. "Honey, what's wrong?"

Sylvia turned to the window, then, almost on impulse, snatched up the watch and rushed out.

Standing in the elevator, she watched the numbers tick down, counting in her head.

She leaned against the wall, her heart a mess of hope and dread. She'd told herself again and again not to go down this road, but she needed to know the truth.

She'd already died once-a painful, grueling death. She'd survived that. She couldn't just let her past life end in a blur, questions unanswered.

Bursting out of the building, she ran to a patch of clear ground, where the snow hadn't settled.

She looked everywhere, but whoever had been watching he was gone.

She clutched the watch tightly, fumbling for her phone, but before she could make a call, Naomi's name flashed on the screen.

"Mom?"

The engagement's before New Year's, the wedding right after. It was

Sylvia froze.

was the crack of a branch above, then

someone darted forward, yanked her out of the way, and the snow and

Rupert.

It was really him.

squeezed tight in Sylvia's chest-anger, hurt, she

the questions she'd bottled up almost spilled out. But when she met his

her words died in her

was marrying Reese.

of her questions matter

around them, dusting their hair

suddenly remembered an

get caught in the snow together, maybe

es content belongs to

and the last, she and Rupert were never

drew a shaky breath, icy air burning her lungs,

Uncle Rupert. Don't forget your watch. Someone might get the wrong

to him, her voice

eyes dark and dangerous, his whole body tense. "Who would get the wrong idea? Lester? Have

missing a beat, Sylvia said,

a moment, the world

tears

fastened the watch

just leave

didn't want

the past, maybe he had