When Mark spoke, his voice was quaking as much as he was. “M-Must continue searching… T-Tell all of our people that we’ll… We’ll find her no matter how difficult it is, no matter the cost, no matter life or d-d-death… I want her found!”
How close to the truth the parcel implied was already beyond his care, for the note and the earring had defeated his mental fortress. It had been days since anxiety became his companion in the dark, denying him his nightly reprieve and forcing him to turn to medication just to emulate some form of emotional stability.
Home had become the den of his nightmares. He feared stepping inside the Tremont Estate because being in there, with emptiness surrounding him, forced him into confronting Arianne’s absence. Then there was Smore’s questioning; he feared the boy’s endless pelts of “Where is Mom, Dad? Where is my mom?”
Deep down inside, he had become just a mortified man who wanted to run away from everything.
Mark had not told Jackson nor Tiffany about the earring. Alejandro, too, was none the wiser. Ever since Arianne went missing, Alejandro and his wife had been pouring aid into the search. The last thing Mark needed was one of them telling him that she might be dead and that he should “give up”.
Night fell. For the most part, Tremont Tower had gone dark except a single, well-lit unit: Mark’s office.
He could not stop himself from picking up the earring and examining it with his most attentiveness, because it made him feel like some of Arianne’s warmth had endured.
In truth, only the coldness of metal reciprocated his touch.
It was a simple diamond earring of a minimalistic design. A little pendant. Her favorite style.
Mark wondered if his focus had blended into hallucinations, because he thought he saw some letters on the earring. Though it was rather common to have tiny inscriptions on expensive jewelries like this one, they were usually just meant to describe the diamond’s weight or its serial number.
This one, however, immediately seemed different even to the naked eye. He grabbed a magnifying glass from the desk and brought the earring to the brightest spot in the office for a closer examination.
First, he was shocked. Then, he was relieved as a long sigh escaped him. Someone had engraved these words on the earring!
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