ANNA'S POV

“I refused to take mine off the moment they took you,” my mom said, her voice trembling slightly as her fingers brushed over the necklace around her neck. “I always wore it so I’d recognize it anywhere, at any time. Thankfully, my secretary was the person who noticed you first. The day I found you… A lady bought something from you.” She paused, her gaze locked on me as though she was waiting for me to connect the dots.

My eyes drifted down to the table. A lot had happened that day — too much, in fact, for me to easily recall something as small as a single...