Cecilia's pov
Grandma studied me, her brows slightly drawn, like she was weighing something too heavy to say out loud.
"Cece," she began slowly, "you know I used to work for the Locke family, right? Esther was living there too, back then."
A chill ran up my spine. My scalp prickled.
Why was she bringing up the Lockes now?
I instantly thought of Mr. Zane's unexpected visit to our house.
Mom had looked shaken after that, like she'd seen a ghost.
"Yeah, I remember," I said, keeping my voice light. "Last time Mr. Zane came to Denver, he stopped by our place just to ask about you, Grandma."
She nodded. "Yes. That was Mr. Zane. And to you, Cece… he's also a very important person."
My stomach dropped. It felt like someone had knocked the wind out of me.
[Wait. Was she saying that Mom an
