Chapter 221

[Cordelia]

Everything stopped. No, it can't be him. It must be a coincidence that my admirer sends me the very stone that Atlas always preferred to give me.

"Are you sure that Henri isn't your admirer," My mother nudges me gently. "Because that looks like an engagement ring."

I hope it isn't him. I don't want to have to turn down his proposal...again.

"How would he know to get me emeralds," I ask. Looking lost. There was only one man who ever got me emeralds, and he is buried in the Los Angeles Cemetary. I told her about Atlas' belief that I should always wear emeralds because of my green eyes and red hair, that it was a special memory for us, and my mom goes very still.

"Whoever this admirer is, he knows a lot about your relationship with your husband," she blanches. "Maybe we should involve the police."

"I don't know," I move the earrings side to side, watching the light moving through the stones. It is a large emerald, as big as my thumb, surrounded by blue and white diamonds. It