Rose’s POV
On one side of the locket is a picture of my mother and father standing together. They both look so young, it took me a moment to recognize them. They’re both smiling. My father looks happy. It’s nothing like how I remember him. I don’t like looking at his face for too long. I cover the tiny photograph with my thumb and look at the other side. Its a picture of a baby and another woman that I don’t recognize. Is that me as a baby? Who is the woman holding me?
“Do you know who this woman is?” I ask Myrtle showing her the picture. She squints her eyes at the photo, studying it, but then she says.
“No I don’t. But maybe the person I’m sending you to will know.” Myrtle bends behind the counter searching for something. “I just need to find... Ah! Here it is!” She pulls out a book
