#Chapter 15: Shattered Things

I made it barely ten feet down the hallway before my hand brushed my collar—and panic hit like a slap. The locket. I stopped dead, checked my pockets, then checked them again. Nothing. My fingers moved to my neckline, frantic, hoping I’d just missed it. But I knew the weight of it. I knew what it felt like when it was gone. I must’ve dropped it. Back in the lounge. Right before everything exploded. "I left something," I said quickly to Nathan, already turning on my heel. "Want me to grab it?" he asked, but I was already hurrying away. The door was still ajar. I pushed it open carefully, trying not to make a sound. But they were still there. Richard stood with his back to me, arms crossed tightly. Jenny was pacing near the window, arms flailing slightly, her face flushed and tense. "You didn’t even tell me she was staying here!" Jenny was saying, voice sharp and shaking. "How am I supposed to feel about that?" Richard didn’t flinch. "I didn’t think it was something y