Chapter 1 â The Girl Who Carried a Dead Womanâs Memory

The room remained frozen.
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
The only sound was the little girlâs quiet crying.
The bride, Amelia Hart, stood completely still, staring at the golden locket in her trembling hands.
For years, that necklace had been the only thing she had left from her mother.
A woman who had died when Amelia was only twelve years old.
A woman whose final moments had been filled with unanswered questions.
And nowâŠ
A seven-year-old girl was standing in front of her, claiming her mother had given her that same necklace.
It was impossible.
It had to be impossible.
Amelia looked at the child again.
The anger she had felt moments earlier was gone.
Replaced by confusion.
âWho are you?â Amelia whispered.
The little girl wiped her tears with her sleeve.
âMy name is Lily.â
The groom, Daniel, slowly approached the child.
His protective instincts were still strong.
He lowered himself to her level.
âLily⊠who gave you this necklace?â
The girl looked at Amelia.
Her eyes were full of sadness.
âYour mother.â
Ameliaâs breath caught.
âMy mother died eleven years ago.â
Lily nodded slowly.
âI know.â
The answer made the room even colder.
Daniel looked at Amelia.
Then back at Lily.
âHow could she have given it to you?â
The little girl reached into her small backpack.
Her hands shook as she pulled out an old folded piece of paper.
âI was told to give this to you if I ever found you.â
Amelia stared at the paper.
The handwriting.
Even before opening itâŠ
She recognized it.
Because she had seen it thousands of times.
It was her motherâs handwriting.
Her fingers trembled as she unfolded the note.
Only one sentence was written.
âAmelia, if you are reading this, then the truth finally found you.â
Ameliaâs knees almost gave out.
Daniel caught her arm.
âWhat does it say?â
But Amelia couldnât answer.
Because beneath the sentence was a name.
May you like
A name she had spent her entire life trying to forget.
âYour sister is alive.â