I stare at the necklace on the page as if it might leap out and fasten itself back around my neck. The sapphire glows on the paper just as it did against my skin under the moonlight.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying!” Jasmine leans in, jabbing a finger at the picture. “It means yours is fake.”
I hum low in my throat, not trusting myself to speak. “Hmmmm. You’re probably right,” I say, though everything inside me screams otherwise. I don’t want to argue. I just… keep staring.
Jasmine sighs dramatically and folds her arms. “Where did you even get it? Was it a gift? Ugh, I hate when people give fake jewelry as presents—it’s so insulting.”
My lips part before I even know what I’m going to say. “But let’s say, for a moment, that it’s not fake. Then what would that mean?”
Jasmine pauses, l
