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Chapter 5 - Maya Recalls Hazy Childhood Memories From The Cold Orphanage

Flashes of a snowy night in upstate New York flickered unbidden through Maya’s racing, overwhelmed mind.

She remembered a cold orphanage room, a kind nurse wrapping her in a warm blanket, and this exact silver pendant placed in her palm.

“You are a Vance, little one; never forget where you came from,” an unfamiliar voice whispered through her fading memory.

Maya shook her head slightly, trying to clear the fog of a past she had never fully understood or been able to verify.

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She looked from Victoria’s furious glare to Mrs. Eleanor’s tear-filled eyes, realizing her entire life was about to fracture.

“I don't know anything about a family trust or a missing daughter, ma'am; I bought this at a small antique shop years ago,” Maya lied softly.

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