CHAPTER 91: THE FAMILY HEIRLOOM

Five years later I was cleaning out the attic when I found it.

The box was tucked behind old Christmas decorations and photo albums, covered in dust thick enough to write my name in. I almost threw it out with the other junk until I saw my mother's handwriting on the side.

"For Kate, when she's ready."

My hands shook as I opened it. Inside was a locket I'd seen my mother wear a thousand times but thought was buried with her. Gold and delicate, with tiny ...