Clara woke up the next morning feeling a lot better.
"A bright morning it is," she said, yawning and stretching. She felt as if the weight of the previous night had been lifted off her shoulders.
The warm and glowing sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the gentle contours of her face. A faint smile played on her lips.
Swinging her heavy legs over the side of the bed, her gaze fell on the necklace her father had given her the last time she saw him. It lay perfectly on her dresser, it's silver color making it glitter and reflect the sun's rays.
Walking gently to the dresser and picking it up, she felt the familiar weight of the pendant in her hand. A sad wave flushed over her as she remembered that day her father handed it over to her.
"It'll fit perfectly to your compl
