Fletcher's POVI noticed it because the light caught it.We were in the kitchen, early morning, the particular quiet of the house before Loise came downstairs and gave it its shape for the day. Nicole was at the counter with her back slightly to me, pouring water, and her hair was up the way she sometimes wore it in the mornings and the chain caught the light coming through the window and I looked at it the way you look at something that registers before you understand why.Thin. Delicate. Platinum, from the way it held the light, not silver, not white gold. The pendant was small and I couldn't see it clearly from where I stood so I crossed the kitchen and I didn't think about what I was doing until my hand was already reaching for it.My fingers brushed the chain.Her hand came up immediately.She turned and her palm closed around the pendant, her fingers curling over it the way you curl over something that belongs to you before the rest of you has decided whether there's a threat. Sh
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