I found it wedged under the couch cushion, right where I’d left it. The locket. Silver, scuffed at the edges, still faintly warm from the sunlight filtering through the window. My fingers closed around it like it was something sacred.
Then the door slammed open behind me.
"Well, well, well," Jenny said. "Caught you."
I stood up too fast and nearly knocked the coffee table with my knee.
Jenny leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, an eyebrow c****d so high it could’ve launched into orbit. Her lips curled into a smile that wasn’t a smile at all.
"Seriously? You?"
I slipped the locket into my pocket and tried not to look guilty. "I was just picking something up. I left it here."
Jenny took a slow step into the room, her heels clicking against the floor like punctuation marks. Her
