Chapter 3 - The Ghost Of Seventy Years Ago Arrives
Evelyn pushed herself up from the floor, her silver hair slightly disheveled and her pale eyes wide with shock.
Her eldest son, Richard, rushed through the whispering crowd, grabbing her elbow with a firm, protective grip.
“Mother, what happened? The main circuit breakers blew across the entire east wing,” Richard reported anxiously.
Evelyn stared right through her son, her fingers clutching the reclaimed silver ring so tightly the metal dug into her skin.
“He was here, Richard,” she whispered, her lower lip quivering with an emotion no one in her family had ever seen before.
“Who was here? The security team has locked down the entire perimeter of the estate,” Richard said, frowning.
“Thomas,” she breathed, the forbidden name dropping like a heavy stone into the silent space between them.
Richard’s face drained of color, his jaw tightening as he remembered the dark family legends buried in the family estate.
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“Thomas Reid died in a car crash on the night of December fourteenth, 1956,” Richard said firmly.
“Then explain how his ring is resting in my palm,” Evelyn replied, holding out the silver band for him to see.
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