MARGARET
Her question set me on edge, and the calmness with which she asked it had my hackles rising.
She asked the question like she already knew the answer, but that couldn’t be possible. No one knew the truth about that pendant. It was a secret I’d closely guarded for years now. There was no way that Evangeline of all people knew that it didn’t belong to me.
If anything, it was mine now for the sole reason that I’d owned it for years.
The first time it came into my possession, I was barely eight years old. I didn’t know what it was or that it was so valuable. All I knew was that I wanted it more than anything, so I took it. I saw it on the neck of a newcomer in the orphanage, I saw how people fawned over her because of her beauty and the pendant. I knew I wanted it for myself, so
