Yet doing nothing felt impossible. Her necklace—his necklace—was still out there somewhere. Whether it was this one, or in a vault, a shop window, or the bottom of a forgotten box, it carried a thread back to a choice she had never truly made peace with. That thread was the only one she had.
Mara leaned forward, elbows on her knees, the weight of the decision pressing down. She could let the three-necklace mystery become another unsolved chapter in her life, or she could chase it, knowing full well it might lead her nowhere. Neither choice felt like safety anymore. But she needed to do something.