Because I had twelve dollars left in my purse.

Because if I lost this job, I had no idea what came next.

The first button opened.

Then the second.

An old scar crossed Mr. Bennett’s shoulder.

The third button revealed the thin silver chain around his neck.Celebrities & Entertainment News

I barely noticed it at first.

Then the pendant slipped free.

A small oval locket.

Silver.

Scratched along one edge.

Two initials engraved across the front.

R.M.

Everything inside me stopped.Educational Resources

The towel fell from my hand.

Mr. Bennett looked down.

Then back at me.

“What?”

My knees gave out.

I caught the edge of the sink.

“No.”Dictionaries & Encyclopedias

His expression hardened.

“What is it?”

I stared at the locket.

There was no possibility of mistake.

I knew the tiny dent near the clasp.

I knew the uneven engraving.

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.Celebrities & Entertainment News

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.

Mr. Bennett’s face became perfectly still.

“Get what?”Family Law

“The locket.”

His hand instinctively moved toward it.

I stepped closer.

“That belonged to my brother.”

His jaw tightened.

“You’re mistaken.”

“No.”Anatomy

My voice broke.

“No, I’m not.”

He closed his

shirt.

“Leave.”

“What?”

“I said leave.”

I stared at him.

“Tell me where you got it.”

“Your shift is over.”

“You don’t understand.”

“I understand perfectly.”

His voice sharpened.

“Get out of this room.”

My desperation exploded.

“My brother died seventeen years ago!”

The words

echoed through the bathroom.

Mr. Bennett froze.Home Swimming Pools, Saunas & Spas