She could have turned off the television, gone back to her quiet day, let the moment pass. But she didn’t—couldn’t. Her gaze stayed locked on that deep blue stone, her pulse a wild drumbeat. Whatever this meant, it wasn’t just another news story anymore.
She muted the TV but kept the image in her mind. That necklace was not a stranger to her. She had owned it once, years ago, back when life was still raw and unformed. The memory pressed against her like a tide she couldn’t hold back.