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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