Penny's POV
The locket shines in my palm, feeling heavier than I expected and my chest tightens as if something is pressing on it.
"It was in your pocket?" Mom whispers. Her face drains of color, like she's seeing a ghost.
Dad gets up from the couch and reach out. "Hold on." He takes the locket from my hand, turning it over carefully, frowning like he's searching for something. "It has the same scratches, same hinge." He snaps it open, his voice flat. "It has the same photo in it too."
My throat tightens. "But it shouldn't be here. How did it get in my jacket pocket? Last time I checked, there was nothing in the pocket."
Andrew stands close behind me. "She's right. I watched her check." His voice is low, but I can feel the anger vibrating under his words.
Dad looks at the four of us, his jaw tight. "Then how the hell did it end up in her jacket?"
Silence fills the room as we look at each other.
