Chapter 2 - THE GIRL WHO HID BENEATH THE STAIRS
"Put those back, Sophie."
I froze beside the kitchen trash bin.
In my hands was a pair of small white shoes.
One had a pink ribbon sewn near the heel.
The other was missing its silver buckle.
They weren't expensive.
They weren't even particularly beautiful.
But I knew exactly who they belonged to.
Nine-year-old Amelia Moretti.
And I knew why she'd been crying for nearly an hour.
"Sophie."
Vanessa Bellini's voice sharpened.
"I said throw them away."
I looked toward the hallway.
Amelia was sitting beneath the grand staircase, her bare feet tucked beneath her dress.
She was holding a photograph against her chest.
Her mother's photograph.
The woman who had died eleven months earlier.
"Please, ma'am," I whispered. "She only wants her shoes."
Vanessa laughed.
"Then perhaps she should learn not to become attached to every useless thing in this house."
Before I could answer, a man's voice interrupted us.
"What's going on?"
Luca Moretti stood at the kitchen entrance.
Thirty-nine.
Black suit.
White shirt.
A man whose reputation made powerful people lower their voices.
But tonight, he wasn't looking at me.
He was looking at the little shoes in my hands.
Then toward his daughter beneath the staircase.
"Amelia?"
The little girl immediately lowered her head.
Luca frowned.
"Sweetheart, why aren't you wearing shoes?"
Before Amelia could answer, Vanessa smiled.
"Oh, darling, she threw those old things away herself. She's only upset because I told her she couldn't wear dirty shoes to our engagement dinner."
Luca slowly turned toward his fiancée.
"She threw them away?"
Vanessa nodded.
"Of course."
He looked back at Amelia.
Then at the shoes.
And quietly asked:
"Then why is she holding them in the photograph?"
Vanessa's smile faltered.
My name is Sophie Bennett.
I was twenty-seven years old and had worked at the Moretti estate for sixteen months.
Normally, I stayed out of family matters.
I cleaned bedrooms.
Prepared guest rooms.
Served dinner.
And sent most of my paycheck to my mother, who could no longer work after her surgery.
Losing my job wasn't an option.
Vanessa knew that.
She'd warned me earlier that if I interfered with Amelia again, I'd be unemployed before breakfast.
So I'd stayed quiet.
Until I found the shoes.
Luca walked toward his daughter.
He knelt beside the staircase.
"Amelia, sweetheart."
She looked up.
Her eyes were red.
"Yes, Daddy?"
"Did you throw your shoes away?"
She glanced toward Vanessa.
Then whispered:
"Yes."
Luca studied her.
"Why?"
Amelia's lips trembled.
"Because they're ugly."
Vanessa smiled.
"See? Exactly what I told you."
But Luca wasn't smiling.
He looked at the photograph in Amelia's hands.
It showed a woman kneeling beside a Christmas tree, fastening the same white shoes onto a much smaller girl's feet.
His late wife.
Caroline.
Luca swallowed.
"Those were Mommy's Christmas present, weren't they?"
Amelia nodded.
"Last Christmas."
Her voice broke.
"She said we could wear matching ribbons."
Luca looked at the pink ribbon.
Caroline had sewn it herself during her final weeks at home.
Her hands had been weak.
The stitches were uneven.
But Amelia had loved those shoes more than anything.
Luca gently touched his daughter's cheek.
"Sweetheart, did someone tell you to throw them away?"
Amelia began crying.
Vanessa immediately interrupted.
"Luca, don't encourage this. She needs to learn that we can't keep every reminder of Caroline forever."
Luca slowly stood.
"Every reminder?"
Vanessa folded her arms.
"Yes. We're getting married on Saturday. Amelia needs to understand that our family is changing."
Luca stared at her.
"Her mother died eleven months ago."
"I know."
"Then stop speaking as though loving her is a bad habit."
The hallway went silent.
Vanessa looked away.
Luca turned toward me.
"Sophie, who put those shoes in the trash?"
My stomach tightened.
I could feel Vanessa watching.
"Mr. Moretti..."
"Tell me."
My eyes filled.
"Miss Bellini did, sir."
Vanessa's face hardened.
"Sophie, be careful."
Luca slowly turned toward her.
"Why are you threatening her?"
Vanessa opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
He took the shoes from my hands.
Then knelt before Amelia.
"Here, sweetheart."
The little girl's face crumpled.
"Am I allowed to keep them?"
For several seconds, Luca couldn't speak.
Then he pulled her gently into his arms.
"You never needed permission."
Amelia buried her face against his shirt.
And whispered:
"Vanessa said Mommy's things make you sad."
Luca closed his eyes.
"Sometimes they do."
Amelia pulled away.
"Then I won't show you anymore."
His expression broke.
"No, baby."
He held her face between his hands.
"Missing Mommy isn't something you have to hide from me."
She began sobbing.
Luca kissed her forehead.
And for a moment, I thought everything would be all right.
Then Amelia whispered:
"Daddy, am I going away because I keep talking about Mommy?"
Luca went completely still.
"What?"
The little girl looked toward Vanessa.
Then lowered her eyes.
"She said you'd be happier after Saturday."
Vanessa immediately stepped forward.
"Amelia, that's enough."
But Luca raised one hand.
"Going where, sweetheart?"
Amelia's fingers trembled.
"To the school."
"What school?"
She began crying harder.
"The one where children sleep without their parents."
Luca slowly turned toward Vanessa.
"Explain."
Vanessa forced a smile.
"It's a wonderful boarding school. I thought it might help Amelia become more independent."
"She's nine."
"It's only temporary."
Luca stared at her.
"Did you enroll my daughter without telling me?"
Vanessa hesitated.
"I started the application."
Amelia suddenly shook her head.
"No."
Everyone looked at her.
She reached into the pocket of her dress.
And removed a folded envelope.
"She said they were coming for me tomorrow."
Luca took it.
Inside was an enrollment confirmation.
A boarding school three states away.
Scheduled arrival: Friday morning.
One day before his wedding.
At the bottom was a parental authorization.
Signed:
Luca Moretti.
He stared at it.
Then slowly looked toward Vanessa.
"I never signed this."
Vanessa went pale.
"Luca, please. I was only trying to give us a fresh start."
He didn't answer.
Instead, he looked at his daughter.
Amelia was trembling.
"Daddy?"
He knelt.
"Yes, baby?"
"Did you really want me to leave?"
Luca's eyes filled.
"Never."
She began crying.
"Then why did Vanessa tell the school I didn't have anyone who wanted me?"
The room became completely silent.
Luca slowly stood.
He looked at the document again.
Then at Vanessa.
His voice was barely a whisper.
"What did you tell them about my daughter?"
Vanessa couldn't answer.
But Amelia wasn't finished.
She reached into her other pocket.
And pulled out a small recording device.
The one Caroline had given her so she could listen to bedtime stories whenever she missed her mother's voice.
Amelia held it toward Luca.
"Mommy told me to keep this safe."
He swallowed.
"I remember, sweetheart."
The little girl pressed play.
But it wasn't Caroline's voice that filled the hallway.
It was Vanessa's.
Cold.
Impatient.
Unmistakable.
"After Saturday, he'll have a new family. And I won't let that little girl ruin it."
Luca stopped breathing.
Then another voice answered.
A man's voice.
"And what happens when he finds out the school never received her real medical records?"
Vanessa staggered backward.
Luca slowly raised his eyes.
"What medical records?"
Amelia began trembling again.
Then whispered:
"Daddy... that's the man Vanessa brought into Mommy's room yesterday."
Luca stared at her.
"Why was he in Mommy's room?"
The little girl's eyes filled.
"They were looking for the letter Mommy left for you."
Vanessa closed her eyes.
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And Amelia whispered one final sentence.
"Daddy, I didn't tell them where I hid it."
