Over the next two weeks, Netta Jade did something she hadn't done in years. She stayed. She talked to old neighbors, dug through a church archive, and even convinced the local constable to reopen a cold case. She found a witness who remembered the blue sedan. She found a receipt with a partial address. And finally, she found a living relative of Netta Ashford—an elderly aunt who had never stopped searching.
Not her landlord. His parents.
Netta Jade had spent three years running from things: from grief over her grandmother, from a failed engagement, from the suffocating feeling that she was supposed to be someone she wasn't. But this Netta—Netta Ashford—had run to something. She had hidden a clue, hoping that one day, another Netta would find it. netta jade
The jade fox felt warm against her palm. Over the next two weeks, Netta Jade did