Celeste’s heart skipped a beat, her hand flying to her mouth in shock.

“This necklace… it was Mr. Ford’s mother’s? Wait, does she look like this?”

For the first time in ages, Celeste felt a rush of panic. Her fingers fumbled as she unlocked her phone, desperately scrolling through her photos. Finally, she found the one she was looking for and held it out for L to see.

“Is this her?”

The picture was blurry, taken years ago when Mr. Ford’s parents had ...