Malia was pacing the room with her pendant. She couldn’t wait for Mason to come back. She had to show him what she saw, maybe then she would stop thinking she had lost her mind. The little thing pulsed with a subtle glow as she turned and walked back the way she had just came.
She was trying to tell herself that she had imagined the whole incident but the pulsing in her palm wouldn’t allow it. It had flashed so bright before and now it was just glowing. She could claim that it was a glow in the dark feature, except it had never glowed before in all the time her mother had owned it. That also wouldn’t explain the fact that she could swear she had heard her mother’s voice.
Even if the memory was all in her head it still calmed her somew
