My words didn't come out like a question. It was a fact. The woman standing in front of us was Morgan, that much I could feel. The woman stared at me with surprised eyes as she examined me closely. "Who are you?" she asked slowly, her voice skeptical.
I smiled and took out the necklace from inside the sweater. Once her eyes fixed on the necklace they widened. She quickly stepped aside. "Come in, we have much to talk about," she said as we walked inside.
I let out a sigh of relief when I felt the warmth that filled the small building. It was cozy, something I would have imagined while reading a book. The first thing we saw as we stepped inside and walked through the small hallway, was a small dining room. To our right, there was a closed room and to the left was the kitchen.
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