IF YOU CANT DEAL WITH YOUR PAST,YOU WILL NEVER SEE THE FUTURE

Previously

…The petty thefts. Miles’s persistence. It all started to make a terrible kind of sense. The locket, sent anonymously, had been a desperate plea from someone, perhaps Anya, seeking to unburden herself. Someone who knew the truth, someone who wanted it revealed. Elara looked at the locket, no longer a symbol of unease, but of a love that had transcended even death. The shadows were beginning to recede, replaced by the faint, hesitant glow of understanding. The past, so long a prison, was finally beginning to unlock its doors.