When I wake up I reach on my nightstand for my iPhone to see what time it is as usual. But what I grab is not my iPhone. I grab a necklace.
I pick my head up off my pillow and look at the necklace. The necklace I found when leaving Meghan's place.
'I wonder who owns this necklace?' I ask myself. 'I wonder what she looks like? I wonder where she lives? I wonder if I know her?'
All of these questions fly through my mind like a tornado. And the worst part about it is, Will I ever know? Will I ever find her?
