Chapter 2 - THE LOCKED ROOM AT THE END OF THE HALL
"The room your mother used to read to you in."
Luca repeated the words slowly.
His voice didn't rise. It didn't break. But the temperature in the dining room seemed to drop ten degrees.
Vanessa’s face lost all its color.
"Luca, please. It’s not what it sounds like."
He didn't look at his fiancée. His dark eyes remained fixed on his twelve-year-old daughter.
"Mia," Luca said quietly. "When did Vanessa tell you that you weren't allowed in your mother’s reading room anymore?"
Mia’s hands nervously gripped the edges of the wooden donation box.
"Two months ago. When she moved her things into the east wing."
Vanessa stepped forward, her silk gown rustling. "I was trying to preserve it! The girl goes in there and upsets herself. She sits among Elena's old things and cries. I locked it for her own emotional well-being."
"You locked my daughter out of her mother's room."
"I was protecting her!"
"By taking the space she loved and giving it to strangers for your foundation?"
Vanessa swallowed hard. "The community center needed a larger space for the books. I thought… I thought repurposing it would be a beautiful tribute to Elena’s memory."
Luca finally turned to look at the woman he was supposed to marry.
"Where is the key, Vanessa?"
"Luca, we have thirty-two guests sitting at this table—"
"I don't care if the Mayor of Chicago is sitting at this table. Give me the key."
Vanessa’s hands trembled. She reached into her evening bag and pulled out a heavy, antique brass key.
Luca didn't take it from her.
He looked at me.
"Rachel. Take the key. Go upstairs and open the door."
My heart hammered against my ribs. "Yes, sir."
I walked over to Vanessa. She glared at me, her eyes venomous, as she dropped the brass key into my palm. It felt ice-cold.
"Daddy, can I come?" Mia whispered.
"We are all going," Luca said.
He took his daughter's hand.
The wealthy guests sat in stunned silence as the head of the Moretti family, his young daughter, his fiancée, and a housemaid walked out of the formal dining room and headed toward the grand staircase.
The east wing of the mansion was usually silent.
The hallway was lined with oil paintings and antique vases, ending at heavy oak double doors.
Elena Moretti’s private library.
I slid the brass key into the lock. It clicked heavily.
I pushed the doors open and reached for the light switch.
When the chandelier flickered on, Mia let out a sharp gasp.
Luca stopped dead in his tracks.
Vanessa didn't lock the room to preserve it.
She locked it to empty it.
The floor-to-ceiling mahogany bookshelves were completely bare. The velvet reading chairs were gone. The Persian rug was rolled up in the corner.
But the worst part wasn't what was missing.
It was what replaced it.
Cardboard boxes were stacked against the walls. Inside them were designer shoes, empty shopping bags, and seasonal clothes.
Vanessa had turned Elena Moretti's sanctuary into a storage closet for her overflow wardrobe.
Mia squeezed her eyes shut, burying her face in her father's side.
Luca didn't shout. He didn't break anything. The stillness radiating from him was far more terrifying than anger.
"A beautiful tribute to her memory," Luca whispered, repeating Vanessa’s words.
Vanessa stood in the doorway, shaking. "Luca, the room was just sitting here gathering dust. It didn't make sense to leave it empty when we needed the space."
"Where are her books?" Luca asked softly.
"I… I donated them."
"Where is her furniture?"
"In the basement storage."
Luca slowly walked further into the room.
I stayed near the door, my eyes scanning the bare shelves. But as I looked down, I noticed something glinting near the baseboard, half-hidden beneath one of Vanessa’s shoeboxes.
I knelt down and picked it up.
It was a silver chain. A child's necklace, with a small locket shaped like a book.
"Miss Mia?" I whispered.
Mia turned. Her tear-streaked face lit up with sudden recognition.
"My locket!" She ran over and took it from my hand. "Mommy gave this to me. I thought I lost it."
Vanessa’s breath hitched. "Put that down, Mia. It’s dirty."
Mia opened the locket. But instead of a picture, a small, folded piece of paper fell out and landed on the floor.
Luca picked up the paper.
He unfolded it.
His dark eyes scanned the words. Then, he froze.
He looked at Vanessa.
"When did you pack up this room?" Luca asked, his voice suddenly void of all emotion.
Vanessa swallowed. "I told you. Two months ago."
Luca turned the small piece of paper around so Vanessa could see it.
It was a dry-cleaning receipt.
May you like
Dated two days before Elena Moretti died in her car crash.
"Then why," Luca whispered, "is your signature on a receipt that was locked inside my dead wife's necklace?"
