Chapter 9

Effie glanced at her phone. The message was from Suzan.

A frown creased Effie's brow before she could stop herself.

She tapped open the chat. It was a photo.

The image showed a torn-up charm-shredded into jagged scraps.

Effie stared at the screen, her frown deepening. She knew this charm well. Two years ago, she'd made a pilgrimage to St. Mary's Abbey herself to get it. Back then, she'd bought into the monastery's legends, so determined to prove her devotion that she climbed all 999 steps to the summit, knelt at the altar, and prayed with fervor. She'd scraped her knees raw that day in the biting wind, but her heart had brimmed with hope.

She'd just wanted this charm to protect her beloved-to keep him healthy and safe.

Mitchell had found out and been moved almost to tears. He'd swung her around in a joyful hug: “Effie, I'm the luckiest man in the world."

Now the charm was nothing but a heap of torn paper, as ruined as their love.

Looking back, it felt like some sort of cruel joke.

on screen, thick

sorry, Effie! Mitchell wanted me to stay safe and healthy, so he gave me this charm. You remember it, right? The

little guilty... but Mitchell said it's just a cheap old charm.

was gloating. So long as Effie was hurting, Suzan was

them, I can send you a whole box. But you know, for people with a guilty conscience,

flared instantly. Was Effie taking a jab

Damn it!

make Effie suffer. With Effie's parents gone, she was like an orphan; if Suzan managed to steal her fiancé too, Effie might not

Suzan smile with

In fact, she was starting to look forward to her new

twisted the ring on her finger, her mind wandering. What was

yet they were getting married.

opened Lyman's

topped with intricate latte art. The delicate design was warm and inviting—so at odds

he like

familiar, tugging at a distant memory, but she couldn't quite

in thought, a new message popped

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