Her thoughts edged toward the adoption agency. She had left the necklace with the baby. If it had been kept with him, maybe they would know where it had gone. But that meant stepping back into a world she had locked away eighteen years ago.
She pulled an old folder from the bottom of her closet. The papers inside were yellowed, the ink faded. There, at the top, was the agency’s phone number, printed in bold. Her thumb hovered over her phone’s keypad before she set it down again. She wasn’t ready—not yet.