It looks like a small moon-shape hanging from a long chain. Although I'm not sure with my own eyes, it looks like it. One third of a full moon, with my mark or another piece we would combine to make a full moon. Who left this? Was it my parents? I glanced at the brown book, it’s pages are blank. A few wrinkles creased my forehead, and then I closed the book, slipping it into the pocket where the pendant soon lay. I have no idea what this means, an empty book and a strange pendant.
We approached the exit of the morgue at a fast pace, as the door opened wide, buckets of cold raindrops poured down on my face. I put on the hood of my coat and walked along the cobblestones towards the car park.
"Do you have a way home?" Issac's gaze drifted towards Jenna.
"I came by taxi." Jenna shrugged
