I stared at the screen until my eyes hurt.
LUNA.
It couldn't be there.
It shouldn't be there.
I zoomed in again.
The photograph became blurry.
The handwriting didn't.
My name was still there.
I put my phone down.
Picked it up again.
Same thing.
I opened the original photograph I'd taken.
Then the picture of the back.
Then the original.
Nothing changed.
My heart was beating too fast.
There had to be an explanation.
There had to be.
Maybe someone had written it recently.
Maybe the photograph had been edited.
Maybe—
A knock came at my door.
I quickly locked my phone.
“Luna?”
My mother.
“Yeah?”
“Can I come in?”
I hesitated.
“Okay.”
She opened the door.
Her eyes immediately went to my desk.
The pendant was there.
Beside it was the silver piece.
She stopped.
“Wh
