Chapter 4 - Sophie Explains The Tragedy Of Her Music Box
Out on the sunlit garden patio, away from the prying eyes of the wedding guests, Ethan set Sophie down gently. He knelt beside her lawn chair, wiping the remaining tears from her flushed cheeks with his thumb.
“Tell me exactly what happened inside the bedroom, Sophie, and don’t leave anything out,” Ethan urged. Sophie sniffled, looking down at her scraped palms where she had hit the floor.
“She came into my room and told me I couldn't bring my music box to the wedding,” Sophie whispered. “She said everything in this house belonged to her now, even my memories of Mommy.”
Ethan’s heart broke into a million pieces as he realized the depth of Natalie’s cold cruelty. “When I told her I wouldn't give it up, she grabbed it and threw it against the wall,” Sophie continued.
“And then she pushed you?” Ethan asked, his voice dropping into a dangerous growl. Sophie nodded slowly, her lower lip trembling once more. “She shoved me hard, and when I cried, she locked me in the dark.”
Ethan clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned completely white in the afternoon sun. He had thought Natalie was just a ambitious socialite looking for a wealthy husband and a grand estate.
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Little did he know, he had invited a predator directly into his home under the guise of marriage. He pulled a small handkerchief from his pocket, carefully gathering the broken pieces of blue wood scattered from Sophie’s room.
As he picked up the largest fragment of the base, something heavy clicked inside the hollow wooden lining.
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