“That’s where things changed.”
“Your Nana helped me open my first shop,” Desiree continued. “That’s how all this started. Over time, I expanded, built connections, and quietly kept an eye out.”
“For me?” I asked.
“For the necklace,” she corrected. “Because we knew… one day, it might lead us back to your family.”
I sat back slowly, trying to process it.
Desiree’s eyes softened.
“And after your Nana passed, I kept searching for 20 years. I made it my responsibility. I wasn’t going to let that story end unfinished.”
I sat back slowly, trying to process it.
“What happens now?”
Desiree held my gaze.
“That depends on you.”
I looked at the necklace.
The one I came here to sell.
“You really think you can find them?” I asked.
Her answer was steady.
“I already have.”
My head snapped up.
“What?”
She nodded slowly.
