I made it barely ten feet down the hallway before my hand brushed my collar—and panic hit like a slap.
The locket.
I stopped dead, checked my pockets, then checked them again. Nothing. My fingers moved to my neckline, frantic, hoping I’d just missed it. But I knew the weight of it. I knew what it felt like when it was gone.
I must’ve dropped it. Back in the lounge. Right before everything exploded.
"I left something," I said quickly to Nathan, already turning on my heel.
"Want me to grab it?" he asked, but I was already hurrying away.
The door was still ajar. I pushed it open carefully, trying not to make a sound.
But they were still there.
Richard stood with his back to me, arms crossed tightly. Jenny was pacing near the window, arms flailing slightly, her face flushed and tense.
