ARIA’S POV
The room I was staying in looked like a storm had passed through it. Pillows lay scattered on the floor, the rug pulled halfway back, and every drawer gaped open as if the answers I wanted could be hiding inside one of them. My chest rose and fell fast as I tossed the bedspread aside once more, my hands trembling so badly that I could barely hold onto anything.
“Where could it be? Where did I drop it?” I muttered under my breath, the sound of my own voice filling the silence.
I sank to my knees, crawling along the floor as I checked under the bed for the third time. Nothing. The small silver necklace with its tiny stone pendant was nowhere to be found. I could almost feel it against my skin, the way the chain used to brush my collarbone. But when I tried to picture the last c
