Chapter 30

Given that Sylvia’s husband had brown hair, even a three-year-old could have figured out what that meant. “Give it back, Fren! Hurry…!” The woman hailed as the noblest, purest soul in the world was, in truth, more unfaithful than anyone. “That is the only keepsake she left behind!” Vanessa shoved the locket deep into his pocket, afraid someone might see. The exact timeline was unclear, but Sylvia was said to have fallen passionately in love with an enslaved woman named Niobe, whom she’d happened to buy at a slave market before her marriage. After Niobe died of old age, Sylvia had even looked after the descendants who bore an uncanny resemblance to her. No wonder Fren sneered that it was