Alexander looked at me from his wheelchair.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
I shook my head.
– NO.
Her eyebrows met.
“What’s going on?”
Nothing.
My voice sounded foreign.
I was looking for a counter because my legs could barely support me.
Alexander looked at me carefully.
“You’ve seen this necklace before.”
It wasn’t a question.
My heart jumped into my throat.
I looked at the old silver chain hanging on his chest.
There was a small metal pendant attached to it.
Crescent.
The same pendant he gave her the night she disappeared.
I did it myself.
Cheap silver.
Small scratch on the back.
And inside he engraved four words.
Come back to me, Alex.
My hands started shaking.
Alexander realized.
“Who are you?”
I couldn’t answer.
He pushed the wheelchair forward.
– Look at me.
I did it.
