Aurora's POV
"Find me for what?"
Nadia's voice is too loud for the small room. I do not have an answer. The locket is still in my hand. The photograph. The word. My mother's handwriting on something that had been hanging around Nadia's neck for fifteen years, safe, one word, one child, not Nadia, but someone else.
"Aurora," Nadia grabs my arm. "What is happening?"
I look at her, really look.
She is terrified. Not the kind of fear that comes from being caught. The kind that comes from realizing you have been standing in the middle of something you never understood.
"Sit down," I say.
"No."
"Nadia."
"No." She pulls her arm back. "You show up here in the middle of the night. You ask about my grandmother. You make me open a locket. I have worn since I was ten years old, and now you ar
