When she passed away, I rushed back from the Lancaster estate in a haze of grief. After handling the funeral arrangements, I went to gather the rest of her belongings to take back with me, but they were nowhere to be found.
I asked my father, but he claimed he never paid attention to such things and accused my mother of misplacing them again. I asked everyone in the house, but no one knew a thing.
Now I realized it wasn't my mother who had been careless. Someone had hidden them. And the thieves were none other than the Lopez mother-daughter duo.
Those two bitches. I would make them pay.
The exhibition hall was packed when I arrived. Vendors of all kinds had set up booths, but Antonia’s had drawn the largest crowd. I pushed my way through the throng, overhearing endless praise.
Antonia, wearing sunglasses, smiled coyly. “Oh, stop, you’re all too kind. I’m just a college entrepreneur, completely self-taught. This tiger, especially, took me ages to carve. I cut my hands several times.”
Another wave of compliments followed. “So young and talented! I would have thought this kind of work required at least a decade of experience. To think it was carved by such a young woman. It’s absolutely stunning, so lifelike. Even the whiskers look real.”
“Exactly. This has real collector’s value. I expected it to be priced in the hundreds of thousands, but it’s only a few thousand. A great deal. If only one could collect all twelve zodiac animals.”
“If all twelve were this beautiful, the price would be much higher. At least a million for the set, I’d say.”
Antonia’s smile widened, but it froze on her face when she saw me break through the crowd.
I stared at her coldly. Only two figurines remained on the table: a tiger and a dog. I scooped them both into my bag, my voice like ice.

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