Zahra sat in the living room facing the empty fireplace. Above it was a picture of her grandparents.

A detail caught her eyes. She never noticed it before. The Medallion seemed to smile at her, teeth of all sharp and hissing snakes.

The pendant adorned her grandfather’s neck.

“All this time I thought you were your grandfather's lost lover,” Zahra said, turning to look at her grandmother.

The woman looked up, stopping her embroidery work. She sighed. “It was grandfather, wasn’t it?” She asked, wondering how such detail escaped her all these years.

The picture rested on the fireplace for years.

“Your grandfather was a good man,” her grandmother smiled...