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A small oval locket.
Silver.
Scratched along one edge.
Two initials engraved across the front.
R.M.
Everything inside me stopped.
The towel fell from my hand.
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Mr. Bennett looked down.
Then back at me.
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“What?”
My knees gave out.
I caught the edge of the sink.
“No.”
His expression hardened.
“What is it?”
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I stared at the locket.
There was no possibility of mistake.
I knew the tiny dent near the clasp.
I knew the uneven engraving.
I knew the mark on the back where a child had once scratched a crooked star with the tip of a sewing needle.
I had held that locket in my hands when I was nineteen years old.
It had belonged to my older brother.
Ryan Morgan.
The brother I had buried seventeen years earlier.
Or believed I had buried.
“Where did you get that?” I whispered.
