As they walked out the front door into the rain-soaked night, Elara didn't look back. But she felt a change in the air—lighter, cleaner. The heavy weight of the family secrets had been shattered, just like the stones.
Elara felt the blood drain from her face. "You kill people... to make jewelry?" dezyred family secrets
"We have a chance to start anew," she said, her voice trembling. "Let's work together to build something beautiful. We can sell the business to Marcus, and use the money to help each other. James, you can use your business skills to help us invest. Sarah, you can use your creativity to help us design the development. And Michael, you can use your music to bring joy to the people who will live here." As they walked out the front door into
"Away. The money in the bank accounts is dirty, but we can use it to start over. Somewhere far from here." Elara felt the blood drain from her face
"Come here, Elara," Alistair commanded. "Look closely."
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