Becoming strangers again (Lily and Ryan) novel Chapter 176

LILY

As my phone vibrated and lit up with an unsaved number, I stared at it, debating whether to answer or let it ring out. Part of me wanted to ignore it, let the call slide into voicemail, and deal with it later—if at all. Life had thrown enough chaos my way, and I wasn’t about to waste time on a stranger who hadn’t earned the right to a place in my contacts.

“You should probably take that,” Ryan said, breaking my internal debate. His eyes, which had been glued to his laptop moments ago, now locked on me. “It might be someone who knows where to find the boys. You never know.”

His words gave me pause, tugging at the fragile thread of hope I’d been holding onto. I sighed heavily. “Fine,” I muttered under my breath, rolling over to the edge of the bed.

Reaching for the phone, I hesitated one last time before swiping the green icon to answer. Without lifting it to my ear, I tapped the speaker option and dropped the phone onto the bed beside me.

“Lily Williams,” I said, my tone curt and emotionless. I didn’t bother with pleasantries or warmth—I didn’t have the patience for it. Whoever was on the other end could get straight to the point.

A cheerful, almost too-bright voice responded. “Hello! This is Sarah from Deep Cleaning Services,” the caller said enthusiastically, completely oblivious to the tension in the room.

Oh, right—the cleaning company I hired to tidy up the estate after Maya and her mother were evicted. “How may I help you, Sarah?” I asked, my tone polite. I’d already paid the bill in full, so this couldn’t be about money.

“Well,” Sarah began, her voice still chipper, “while cleaning, we came across an expensive item, and we thought it should be returned to you.”

I frowned. Expensive? What expensive item could Maya and her mother possibly have left behind? “And what item might that be?”

“A cufflink,” Sarah replied.

That got Ryan’s attention immediately. He snapped his laptop shut and moved to sit beside me on the bed. Both of us knew Maya and her mother, Salome, had no reason to own something like a cufflink, let alone an expensive one.

Ryan took over the call. “Could you send a picture of the cufflink to this number?” he requested.

“Sure.”

Moments later, my phone chimed with an incoming message. I clicked on it, and a photo of a single, gold-plated cufflink filled the screen. There was no denying it looked expensive—far beyond anything Maya or Salome could afford.

I glanced at Ryan and noticed the corner of his mouth twitching. “Do you recognize this?” I asked, turning my gaze back to the image.

“It’s impossible to know all the accessories my father owned,” Ryan said. He reached for his phone, the tension in his body speaking volumes. “But I know how to find out.”

The set of his jaw as he dialed a number made me frown. It was clear he was thinking the same thing I was. If this cufflink had belonged to Ryan’s father, it meant one thing—Maya and her mother, Salome, knew something about his death.

“Hello, Mum,” Ryan said, his voice rough and strained as the call connected. “I need the CCTV footage from the day Dad died.”