The necklace was resting just below her collarbone. A thin gold chain with an oval pendant. A deep green stone in the center, framed by tiny engraved leaves so fine they looked like lace.
My hand found the edge of the counter behind me.
The necklace was resting just below her collarbone.
I knew that shade of green. I knew those carvings. I recognized the tiny hinge hidden along the left side of the pendant, the one that made it a locket.
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