pick up the necklace, holding it up until I can see the charm hanging off the gold chain. It’s a snowflake. I drop the necklace like it’s made of acid. I think I’m going to be sick. It’s the same kind of snowflake necklace that I used to wear years ago. The same kind of snowflake necklace that Shane tried to strangle me with a decade earlier. I jump up from the table so quickly that the chair wobbles on its legs. I feel a tightening in my throat. That necklace. It looks so much like the one I used to wear.
Tim u are a dirty piece of shit he knows fine we about that necklace and hes MANIPULATING HER
