The folder sat on the passenger seat beside her.
The silver locket rested on top of it.
Every few minutes, Lizzy found herself glancing toward both before forcing her attention back to the road. The afternoon sun reflected off the silver vines winding across the locket's surface whenever her car rounded a curve. Twenty minutes normally separated work from home. Twenty minutes to stop thinking about lesson plans, missing assignments, and the endless chaos that came with teaching middle school. Most days, the drive helped her leave school behind. Today, it only gave her more time to think.
About Becka.
About the photograph hidden inside the locket.
About the folder she still hadn't opened.
Most of all, it gave her time to think about the strange sense of urgency that had settled over e
