Chapter 10 - THE RING IN THE DRAWER
Monday morning brought a crisp, clear autumn sky to Boston.
I arrived at the foundation office early, carrying a stack of files for the upcoming board meeting.
As I set them on my desk, my phone buzzed.
It was the estate manager, asking me to come to the master suite.
I walked down the quiet halls, my mind still replaying the moment in the library with Dominic.
When I reached the suite, Marcus, the head of security, was standing near the door.
“We’re packing the last of Miss Vale’s belongings for the police,” Marcus explained, gesturing to a row of cardboard boxes. “She left a safe in the closet. Mr. Caruso asked you to inventory it before we hand it over.”
I nodded and stepped into the massive walk-in closet.
The safe was open.
Inside were stacks of legal documents, passports, and a velvet jewelry box.
I opened the box, expecting to see the diamond engagement ring Dominic had given her.
Instead, I found a different ring.
It was a heavy, masculine gold signet ring.
Carved into the gold was a crest I didn’t recognize—a wolf holding a sword.
I frowned, turning the ring over in my hands. Inside the band, an inscription was engraved:
To my son, V.C. Forever.
V.C.
Vincent Caruso.
My blood ran cold. This was Vincent’s family ring. The one he supposedly lost years before the crash.
But there was something else in the box.
A folded receipt from a private investigator, dated three weeks before Meredith’s arrest.
I unfolded it.
It was a background check.
Not on Walter. Not on Lily.
On me.
And stapled to the back of it was a printed email from Meredith to the investigator:
Find out who the father of Bridget Lane’s son is. If he’s still alive, find a way to pay him to take custody.
My knees gave out. I sat down hard on the edge of the velvet ottoman.
Meredith hadn’t just blackmailed my sister. She had been actively trying to steal my son to get me out of the house.
“Bridget?”
I jumped.
Dominic was standing in the doorway, wearing a tailored charcoal suit, looking concerned.
He saw the pale look on my face and immediately crossed the room.
“What is it? What did you find?”
I handed him the receipt and the email without a word.
Dominic read it. The warmth in his eyes vanished, replaced by an arctic fury.
He looked at the gold ring in my hand.
“She stole his ring,” Dominic said, his voice dangerously low. “And she tried to steal your child.”
“Leo’s father left before he was born,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “He was an addict. He never wanted to be a dad. If Meredith had paid him…”
“She didn’t,” Dominic said fiercely, dropping to one knee in front of me and taking both of my hands. “And she never will. She is in federal custody, Bridget. She can’t hurt you. She can’t hurt your son.”
I looked into his eyes, drawing strength from the absolute certainty I found there.
“I know,” I breathed.
Dominic took the gold signet ring from my palm.
“This ring belongs to the Caruso heir,” Dominic said softly.
He stood up. “Come with me.”
We walked down the hall to the east wing.
Walter was sitting in the sunroom, reading a newspaper while Lily painted at an easel nearby.
Dominic walked over to Walter.
He held out the gold ring.
“Walter,” Dominic said. “This belonged to Vincent. It’s supposed to be passed down to his child when she comes of age.”
Walter looked at the ring, his eyes filling with tears.
“I want you to hold it for her,” Dominic continued. “Because you are her father in every way that matters.”
Walter took the ring with trembling hands. He clutched it to his chest, nodding silently.
Lily ran over, paint on her fingers. “What is it, Grandpa?”
“It’s a promise, sweetheart,” Walter smiled, wiping a tear. “From your family.”
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Dominic looked at me, a quiet understanding passing between us.
The past had finally surrendered its secrets.
