The anchor’s words replayed in her mind: “One of only three known to exist.” She tried to picture the other two—where they had been all these years, what hands had held them, what stories they carried. Somewhere among them was the one she had left behind.
The more she thought about it, the less she trusted the idea that finding the gala pendant would solve anything. Even if she could track down its owner, it might end in disappointment. She could spend all her strength chasing a pendant that had nothing to do with her.