Chapter 2 - The Box In The Flames
“The promise that neither of you would ever make the other feel like you were losing Sophie twice.”
The words hung in the grand dining room, heavier than the crystal chandeliers suspended above us.
Luca Moretti stared at his mother. The color had completely drained from his face.
For three years, he had believed Caroline, his ex-wife, had simply walked away. He believed she had abandoned Sophie’s memory to start a new life.
Because that was what Vanessa had told him.
Luca slowly turned his head toward the arched doorway where Vanessa had disappeared just moments before. His dark eyes, usually so composed and calculating, were wide with a terrifying, silent rage.
“Daniel,” Luca said.
His voice didn't rise. It didn't shake. But it carried a lethal command that made the head of security instantly step forward.
“Yes, Boss.”
“Lock down the estate. The gates do not open. Vanessa does not leave.”
Daniel tapped his earpiece and sprinted toward the foyer.
Luca looked back at me.
“Rachel.”
I swallowed hard, my hands trembling against my white apron. “Yes, sir?”
“You said you didn't see the blue box in the donation truck.”
“I checked every carton, Mr. Moretti. It wasn't there.”
He looked toward the windows. The rain was beating relentlessly against the glass.
“If Vanessa didn't donate it,” Luca murmured, his mind working with terrifying speed, “and she didn't want it in the house…”
My stomach dropped.
“The incinerator,” I whispered.
Luca’s head snapped toward me.
“What?”
“The estate’s industrial incinerator, sir. The groundskeepers fire it up every evening at seven to burn the pruned branches and debris. It’s almost seven now.”
Luca didn't say another word.
He moved.
He didn't run like a panicked man. He moved with the terrifying, predatory speed of a syndicate boss who was about to lose the last piece of his child.
I ran after him, my sensible work shoes slipping on the polished marble floors.
We tore through the massive kitchen, bursting through the service doors into the freezing, torrential rain.
The incinerator building was a stone structure located two hundred yards behind the greenhouse. Thick black smoke was already billowing from its tall brick chimney, disappearing into the dark sky.
“No,” Luca breathed, sprinting across the wet grass.
We reached the heavy iron doors of the building. Luca shoved them open.
The heat inside was suffocating. The roar of the massive furnace drowned out the sound of the rain.
Standing in front of the open iron grate, holding a small, velvet-covered blue box, was Vanessa.
She was still wearing her red silk gown. She had a pair of heavy leather gardening gloves on her hands, preparing to toss the box into the roaring flames.
“Vanessa!” Luca roared.
She flinched, spinning around.
When she saw Luca, her eyes widened in pure panic. But she didn't step away from the fire. She took a step closer to it.
“Don't come any closer, Luca!” she shouted over the roar of the flames, holding the blue box dangerously close to the open grate.
“Give me the box,” Luca commanded, stepping forward.
“It’s poison!” Vanessa shrieked, her perfect facade completely shattered. “Caroline is poison! She left you! I stayed! I’m the one who loves you!”
“You lied to me,” Luca said, his voice dropping to a low, lethal register. “You turned her away at the gates. You tried to erase my daughter. Give me the box.”
“I’m doing this for us!”
Vanessa lunged toward the flames.
She threw the box.
I didn't think. I didn't hesitate.
I dove across the concrete floor, ignoring the searing heat radiating from the open furnace. I caught the edge of the blue box just as it tipped over the iron lip.
The heat blistered my knuckles, but I pulled it back, clutching it tightly to my chest as I rolled across the dirty floor.
Luca grabbed Vanessa by the shoulders, physically hauling her away from the furnace and shoving her toward the door.
“Get out of my sight,” Luca snarled at her. “Before I forget you’re a woman.”
Vanessa stumbled back, sobbing hysterically, and ran out into the rain.
Luca dropped to his knees beside me on the ash-covered floor.
He didn't look at the box first. He looked at my hands.
“You’re burned,” he said softly, his dark eyes filled with absolute shock that a housemaid had just risked her hands for his memories.
“I’m okay,” I gasped, though my skin was stinging fiercely. I held the blue box out to him. “I got it.”
Luca took the box with trembling hands.
It was a beautiful, vintage velvet box. He carefully opened the brass latch.
Inside was a collection of faded polaroids. Sophie at the beach. Sophie eating ice cream.
But tucked beneath the photos was a folded piece of white hospital stationery.
It wasn't a memory. It was a letter.
Luca unfolded it. I watched his eyes scan the page.
Suddenly, all the blood drained from his face.
“Answer one,” I thought, “Open two.”
He had saved the box. But what was inside it was infinitely worse than he imagined.
“Mr. Moretti?” I whispered. “What is it?”
Luca looked up at me. His eyes were completely hollow.
“Caroline didn't just come to bring photos,” Luca whispered, handing me the letter. “She came to warn me.”
I looked at the handwritten note.
Luca. I requested Sophie’s archived hospital visitor logs from the night she passed. You need to look at the timestamp. I wasn't the only one there.
Clipped to the back of the letter was a copy of a digital sign-in sheet.
I read the highlighted line.
11:42 PM. Visitor: Vanessa Bellini.
My breath caught in my throat.
May you like
Sophie had died at midnight.
“She was in the room,” Luca said, his voice shaking with a terrifying, quiet violence. “Vanessa was in my daughter’s room eighteen minutes before her heart stopped.”
