Chapter 4
“Then she just vanished. I ran after her, but when I got to the door, she was gone. It was so weird.” I turned back to Rachel Timothy where she sat cross-legged on my bed, examining the necklace. “I know it sounds stupid, but it kind of creeped me out.”
I fiddled with the lid of my mostly empty jewelry box where it stood on my dresser. The gilded metal on the corners and around the top hugged the lavender fabric with just the right pressure. Turning the metal latch, I lifted the lid, and a tiny, dancing couple carved from ivory and wearing eighteenth- century costumes stood on a platform in the center, waiting in expectation for me to turn the key at the back and begin their dance recital. Touching the woman’s minuscule white curls piled atop her rouged face and red lips, I tho
