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The chapel had gone completely silent.

Even the soft rustle of silk gowns and the distant hum of the organ seemed to fade into nothing as Victoria Ashford’s trembling hand held the bracelet inches from Emma’s exposed shoulder.

The gold star charm hovered beside the scar.

Perfectly aligned.

Emma’s breath caught in her throat. “What… what is this?” she whispered, her voice unsteady, barely audible.

Victoria didn’t answer at first. Her lips parted, but no words came. Her eyes—once sharp and commanding—were now glassy, unfocused, searching Emma’s face as if trying to reconcile two different realities.

“That scar…” Victoria finally said, her voice fragile, almost unfamiliar. “You were barely three years old.”

Emma froze.

Adrian stepped forward. “Mother, what are you talking about?” His tone had lost its anger, replaced by confusion.

Victoria’s gaze flicked briefly toward him, then back to Emma. “There was an accident. A fire at a summer estate. A little girl was pulled from the flames, but in the chaos…” Her voice broke. “She disappeared.”

Emma shook her head slowly. “No… I—I grew up in foster care. I’ve had this scar as long as I can remember, but—”

Victoria took a shaky step closer. “She wore this bracelet. It was custom-made. There is no other like it.” Her fingers tightened around the delicate chain. “We searched for years.”

The room seemed to tilt beneath Emma’s feet.