“Callahan,” she whispered.

“I have seen this exact locket before.

Nearly thirty years ago.” And in that quiet kitchen, I began to understand that Vivienne’s ordeal had not started on our wedding day at all.

It had started long before she was ever born.

Chapter 9 — Raymond Wallace

“This belonged to Raymond Wallace,” Mrs.

Mabel said, setting the locket on the table as though it burned her hand.

I had never heard the name.