“Miss… someone has been looking for you for twenty years.”
My heart started racing.
“What are you talking about?”
Before he could answer, I heard a click behind the back door.
It opened.
And when I saw who walked in, I stopped breathing.
“Desiree…?”
She looked older, but I knew her instantly.
She used to visit my grandmother when I was a kid. Always calm. Always composed.
She looked at me like she had been waiting for this moment.
“I finally found you,” she said.
Before I could react, she pulled me into a hug.
It felt… familiar.
And completely unexpected.
“What is going on?” I asked.
She stepped back and looked at me carefully.
“You look just like her,” she said.
“My grandmother?”
Desiree nodded, then glanced at the necklace.
“That’s why I’ve been searching.”
I frowned. “Searching for what?”
“For you.”
