“What’s going on?”
I frowned. “Why did he call you ‘the master’?”
Desiree exhaled slowly. “Because I own this place and three others like it across the city. He says I hold myself like a ‘master’ instead of a boss.”
That alone surprised me, but not as much as what came next.
Desiree’s gaze dropped to the necklace.
“That,” she said quietly, “is why I’ve been searching for you.”
That alone surprised me.
“Why?”
Desiree hesitated, then motioned toward a chair. “Sit down. Please.”
Something in her tone made me listen.
I sat.
She took the seat across from me, folding her hands together.
“What I’m about to tell you… Your late grandmother never got the chance to explain.”
A cold feeling crept into my chest.
