Burn Me Once Burn With Me (Ruby Grayson) novel Chapter 462

Frieda’s voice was barely more than a whisper, fragile and fleeting, like a wisp of fog that might dissolve at any moment.

A flicker of delight flashed in Gennifer’s eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.

Her face set in a determined expression. “Alright, I’ll go right away, Mom.”

Without waiting for Frieda to steady herself, Gennifer rushed upstairs, her footsteps echoing hurriedly through the hallway.

Frieda staggered a little, but by the time she regained her balance, Gennifer had already disappeared from view.

That strange, inexplicable unease crept back into Frieda’s chest, prickling at the edges of her thoughts.

She stared at the spot where Gennifer had vanished, an odd taste lingering in her heart.

Shaking her head, Frieda tried to convince herself it was just the rumors from the past weeks getting to her.

After all, Gennifer was the daughter of her dearest friend, Violet—a girl who had entrusted Frieda with her child’s life. Surely Gennifer was as trustworthy as Violet had been.

Frieda sighed heavily and made her way back to the living room.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Gennifer didn’t head straight to the attic. Instead, she slipped quietly into Frieda’s bedroom.

She moved directly to the safe.

After punching in Hanley’s birthday, the lock clicked open with a soft snap.

Gennifer’s eyes lit up.

She remembered her father complaining that no matter what he tried, he’d never managed to open this little safe. Who would have thought it was as simple as his own birthday? She’d cracked it with barely any effort.

A sly smile curled at her lips.

Sorry, Frieda, but you have no one to blame but yourself for trusting me so blindly.

Her heart pounding with excitement, Gennifer pulled open the safe—only to be met with utter confusion at its contents.

“What is all this? Junk?”

She scooped up the messy pile inside, rifling through it with growing frustration.

No jewelry, no gold bars—nothing of value. Just a handful of scattered, broken bits and scraps.

Disappointed, she dug deeper, determined to find something of worth, but eventually had to give up.

Why would anyone bother locking such worthless junk in a safe?

Annoyed, Gennifer gave the papers a cursory glance.

They were all scraps—some covered in musical notes, others with little sketches.

She realized she’d gotten her hopes up for nothing.

Sifting through the pile, her fingers landed on a stiff card that stood out from the rest. Unlike the yellowed, tattered papers, this one was clean and intact, with an address written on it.

This must be the Steele family’s location.

Gennifer stuffed the useless scraps back into the safe, but carefully took photos of the card, sending them to Hanley.

“Dad, here’s the Steele family’s address.”

Hanley replied almost instantly.

“Bring the wedding dress, too.”

Gennifer texted back a quick “Okay!” and hurried to the attic to pack the dress with painstaking care.

A short while later, she came downstairs, struggling to carry a massive shipping box that was nearly as tall as she was.

Frieda rushed over, calling the housekeeper for help. “That’s far too big for Gennifer to manage alone. Could you give her a hand with the parcel?”

The housekeeper was just about to step forward when Gennifer quickly waved her off. “No, really, it’s fine! Mom, don’t underestimate me. The box looks huge, but it’s mostly empty—it’s just a wedding dress inside. I can handle it. Let the housekeeper stay with you, just in case you need anything.”

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