Derek's POV
"I know this is your house, but you can't go around messing with other people's stuff," she says, her voice stern and authoritative. Her words hit me with a jolt of realization. This locket—it belongs to her. Oh, Bella, you shouldn't have come back here.
I turned to face her, the change in my eye color revealing my inner turmoil. She took a step back, a flicker of fear in her eyes.
"Derek, what are you trying to do?" she asks, her voice trembling with terror.
"So this is your locket," I say, my tone laced with anger, unable to conceal the bitterness that consumes me.
"This isn't my locket," she immediately responds, her voice desperate. "I found it somewhere, and I thought it was pretty, so I picked it up." She stutters, trying to explain herself. "It's a picture of a moth
