A small frown appears on her face as she picks it up, looking down at the chain, before she finally manages to work up the courage to lift it up and inspect it closer, running her fingers over it carefully as she does so.

She can’t help but feel as though there’s something missing. It’s not that she really doesn’t want to wear the necklace, she really loves her necklace, it reminds her of her mother, and she’s glad that it had stayed safe all these years. But the truth is that despite how happy she is that it’s still there, the fact that it had been left behind by...