Cindy’s chest heaved as she stared at the shattered remains of the box on the floor. Its gaudy presence had been too much to bear, a glaring reminder of Peter’s disrespect. But as she turned away, a sharp metallic sound caught her attention, pulling her back toward the wreckage.
Frowning, she crouched down and sifted through the pieces of the box. There, lying just beside the fragments, was a small pendrive. Cindy froze, her pulse quickening. Why was this hidden inside the necklace box? Her hands trembled slightly as she picked it up, turning it over in her fingers.