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"Lucas!" I yelled, chasing after him. He rushed behind the couch, the room echoing with his laughter.
"What's wrong, Ava? Come and get it!"
"Lucas, I'm warning you, give it back to me!"
"Nope," he chuckled, dangling it in front of his face.
"Lucas, please. I told you, it's important to me," I stated, my eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.
"What's so important about a duck locket?" he said in disbelief, shaking his head at me. "You either come and get it, or you finally tell me why it's so important."
I sighed, an uneasiness spreading in my chest.
How was I supposed to tell him? How was I supposed to tell my boyfriend, that this was the locket gifted to me by my first love? By the man I trusted more than myself, who turned out to be the son of my parents' murderer? Who knew abo
