cent smile on her face. She was holdin

"I have something for you. To celebr

same locket. The sa

. I remembered the saw. The b

a ste

N

? What do you mean, no?

want it

sk of hurt sliding

wanted you to have it. Don't you w

I wanted to belong, how much I ached for their forgi

voice shaking slightly. "I

's our history." She pressed forw

back sharply. "I

eyes welling with tears. "I'm sorry.

t on my dresser. I stared at it, my heart pound

ing my mother knead dough for the afternoon b

s face flushed from the sun. He s

in here, li

ped to my apron. H

ed into a mask

ing at the

ticking out of the pocket. She must ha

kob hissed, his v

nged