I searched the drawers, the shelves, the small lockbox I’d tucked beneath my bed. I tore through my bag. Nothing.
Heart thudding, I marched straight into the living room. Nathan was there, lounging on the couch with his phone in hand.
“Nathan,” I said sharply, “where’s my diamond necklace?”
He barely glanced up. “Oh. That.”
“What do you mean, ‘that’?”
“I gave it to Sabrina,” he said casually. “She’s gonna wear it on our Finland trip. Looks good on her.”
My heart stopped. “You what?”
He finally looked at me, annoyed by the tone of my voice. “She liked it. And it suited her. I figured, why not? You weren’t wearing it.”
I stepped closer, fists clenched. “It’s not just some accessory. That necklace is a family heirloom. It belonged to my mother’s family. It was given to me. It’s mine.”
Nathan shrugged. “Sabrina’s family too. Why are you being like that? And she was just borrowing it.”
“No, she’s not,” I hissed. “She was never family. I made her part of our lives. I begged my parents to take her in. I gave her a home. And what did she do? She took everything.”
His expression darkened. “You’re being rude, Elena. I can’t believe you were really jealous of her like she said.”