I sat there staring at Walker, confused. This necklace is one of a kind. I know that no one else out there has one like this.
“You have to be mistaken. This is one of a kind.” I said.
“Yeah. That’s what I was told when I asked about it back then. Where did you get it?” He asked.
“Mom gave it to me before she died.” I said.
“Wow. She must have loved you very much. Definitely more than your sisters if you’re the one that’s wearing it.” He said.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I asked.
“It’s just an observation.” He said.
I then heard the door at the end of the room open and heavy footsteps coming down the hallway. More than one set of footsteps.
Three guards came down the dungeon and went straight to Walker’s cell and opened it up.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
