I had found it that morning inside a box in my mother’s bedroom, tucked between tax records and old photos.
Now I stood on a sidewalk, holding it out to Lindsey, who stared at it.
I had found it.
« What is that? » Lindsey asked.
« You know it. »
Her face changed.
For a second, I saw the same girl I’d known in high school.
Lindsey had always been good at hiding what she felt behind a smile, but she wasn’t smiling now.