(Third Person POV)When Karline pushed open the front door that evening, the first thing she heard was the clatter of something metallic.A sharp sound, like a box falling.She frowned, slipping her shoes off, the dull ache in her temples deepening.The house was quiet, too quiet.“Mamma?” she called softly, setting her bag down.No answer.Just another rustle, coming from her parents’ room.Her steps were slow, uncertain, every muscle in her body already wound tight from the day.When she reached the doorway, she froze.Isabella was kneeling on the floor beside an open wooden chest.The old one Karline remembered from her childhood, the one that held her mother’s wedding jewelry, the heirlooms from Nonna.But now, the chest was almost empty.Only a few pieces lay scattered, gold bangles, a thin necklace, a pair of earrings Karline had worn at her wedding.“Mamma?” Karline’s voice cracked as she stepped inside. “What are you doing?”Isabella flinched, then turned around quickly, guilt
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