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.”
