By the time Lizzy pulled into her driveway, the sky had turned completely dark.
The conversation with Aurora had helped. Not because either of them had discovered answers. If anything, they had uncovered even more questions. But at least she no longer felt like she was carrying them alone. The folder sat on the passenger seat beside her. The silver locket rested on top of it, catching the glow from the dashboard lights whenever she glanced in its direction. More than once during the drive home, she had considered pulling over and opening the folder right there in a gas station parking lot. More than once she had talked herself out of it. If she was going to learn something that changed her life, she wanted to do it at home. Somewhere familiar. Somewhere safe. Yet as she turned off the eng
