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.

next message blinked on screen,

it, right? The

Mitchell said it's just a

gloating. So long as Effie was

charm for a moment, then typed back: "You're right- it's just a mass-produced trinket, a dollar each. If you like them, I can

Was Effie taking a jab at

Damn it!

like an orphan; if Suzan managed to steal her fiancé too, Effie might not even

made Suzan smile with

Effie found herself strangely unmoved. In fact, she was starting to look forward to her

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

were getting married.

thinking, Effie opened Lyman's

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

he like coffee

image felt oddly familiar, tugging at a distant memory,

was lost in thought,

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