LISA'S POV
I carefully lifted the necklace out of the box.
It was simple, yet it was the most beautiful piece of jewelry I had ever seen. The silver chain caught the light as it rested across my palm, and the small pendant hanging from it looked delicate enough to break if I held it too tightly.
Then I looked closer and my breath caught. There, neatly engraved on the pendant, was a single word. “Lisa”.
I blinked once, I was certain that this was an imagination. Then I looked again and it was really there.
My name had been carefully carved into the necklace.
For several seconds, I simply stared at it.
A strange feeling settled inside me, one I couldn't explain.
I slowly looked around the room again.
The dresses hanging neatly inside the wardrobe, the soft slippers waiting beside
