Chapter 3

The former workshop sat on an old street in the southern part of the city.

When my grandfather was still around, a wooden sign for Oakhurst Jewelers hung here. He was skilled at fine, handmade silver ornaments with filigree, inlay, and enamel.

After the Harper family went downhill, the storefront was mortgaged, the sign was taken down, and the only thing left in my name was the small workshop upstairs.

Three years ago, before I headed to the Ford family with my suitcase, I came to the small workshop one last time to seal my grandfather's jewelry designs in a…