Marcus’s voice broke through his disbelief. “She gave this to me. She told me to find you before they move her. If you wait for the police, it’ll be too late.”

The chapel buzzed with confusion and murmurs. Jonathan’s security men waited for orders, but Jonathan could only stare at the bracelet in his palm. His heart pounded as something long buried stirred inside him — hope.

He looked up at Marcus, his voice trembling. “If you’re lying, boy, I’ll ruin you. But if you’re telling the truth…” He paused, clenching his fists. “Then I’ll move heaven and earth to bring her home.”

The priest tried to calm the chaos, but the billionaire had already turned toward the door. The funeral was over. What had begun as a farewell had become a beginning — a spark of impossible belief that Emily Hartman might still be alive