Chapter 27

Too bad-she only caught air.

The necklace box slipped from her grasp, tumbling to the ground and striking the edge of a stone trough nearby.

The necklace popped out of its case, bouncing once before landing inside the trough.

Her childhood home was a cozy little courtyard house. Right inside the front door, beneath the eaves, sat a long stone basin where her grandmother used to plant pennywort. Kept under the overhang, the trough would fill with rainwater on stormy days, and even though Jessica rarely visited over the years, the pennywort still thrived, lush and green.

Unfortunately, hidden behind the diamond pendant was a tiny speaker-an electronic device. Herbert had warned her: it mustn't get wet.

Now that it had fallen into water, it was sure to be ruined.

Tears stung at the corners of her eyes as she stared at Timothy in despair.

She only had six months left. There was no way she could travel to Zurich for treatment for her aphasia.

For someone trapped in a silent world, that necklace meant everything. At the very least, it helped her communicate with others.

Timothy must have noticed how much it mattered to her, because his hand shot out, gripping her chin.

"I'd remind you, you're still Mrs. Lawson. How could you so casually accept jewelry from another man?"

Jessica wanted to say she was done being Mrs. Lawson. But no sound came from her throat, not even a whisper.

Timothy seized her wrist and dragged her outside, shoving her into the car. He yanked the seatbelt across her and snapped it into place.

She signed frantically, "Timothy, what are you doing?

really don't know what

he must have seen

Necklace just now.

it away right in front

meant he was

was even

that she wanted to explain

slammed the car door shut and slid into the driver's seat.

"Who was that man?"

heart squeezed tight. She was dying anyway-she

him into this. He'd given her the Voice Emitting Necklace out of pure

my neighbor. He's been living abroad for years. He just came back and

icy. "You're good

Jessica frowned, frustrated.

"You've refused to come home these past days. Were you staying with

do with him. If you

silent, turning his gaze away and starting the

want to

to wait until he returned from Oakwood, then talk to

car ride

her, and she

opened her eyes again, Timothy

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