Tim jumps out of his own seat. “Brooke? What’s wrong?” “Why would you get me that?” I shriek. “I… I don’t understand.” He wrinkles his forehead. “It’s the same kind of necklace that I got you for your tenth birthday. I haven’t seen you wear it, so I figured you lost it. I saw this one at the town flea market last month, so I—” “Shane tried to strangle me with that necklace!” Tim looks baffled. “He did? I thought he tried to do it with his… with his hands…” My breaths are coming fast. Too fast. “No, he used my necklace. That necklace!” “I’m so sorry, Brooke. I didn’t realize—”
