*Eva*

I stared at the stone in my hand. I don’t know how long I was looking at the thing but my eyes were just glued to it. I couldn’t move them no matter how hard I tried. Last night, as it sat on my bedside table, I noticed it glowing. And this morning as I was getting ready for work, I saw it happen again.

When my mother had worn it never glowed like that so it baffled me a little. But it didn’t matter. It was mine now, where it rightfully belonged, and I ...