A heavy silence fell over the dining room. He wanted to explain, but Hannah was already eating, a mask of indifference on her face. He knew she wouldn’t listen anyway.
He sighed, his gaze falling on her bare neck.
“That necklace I gave you not long ago,” he began, trying to sound casual. “Why haven’t you worn it?”
Hannah’s hand paused mid-air. She slowly looked up at him.
Not long ago?
The last time he had given her a necklace was as a belated anniversary gift last year, and only after she had mentioned it. He’d had Owen order it. That was over a year ago. How was that “not long ago”? The only recent necklace was the one he’d bought for someone else.
The thought made her laugh.
“First the fire, now a necklace. Your accusations get more baseless by the day,” she said, meeting his gaze. “Instead of asking me why I’m not wearing a necklace, maybe you should be asking why Mr. Jones landed in Nyden today.”
She had received a text from a former colleague that morning. Mr. Jones had vanished the day before. Then, today, someone had spotted him at the Nyden airport. Unaware of the situation back home, the colleague had greeted him, but Mr. Jones had reacted as if he’d seen a ghost and hurried away.
The news had spread like wildfire. Mr. Jones had fled.

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