The girl leans in and whispers:
“Not lost… not stolen…
She said someone would be wearing it.”
The woman’s face drains of color. Her hand instinctively covers the ring.
“Who are you?” she asks, barely able to speak.
The girl tilts her head slightly.
“You don’t remember me?”
The man in the background is now fully watching. People are starting to slow down.
The air feels heavier.
The girl’s voice becomes colder, stronger:
“You came to our house… I saw you.”
A flash of fear crosses the woman’s eyes. Real fear.
“No… that’s impossible…”
The girl steps even closer.
“She told me… if I ever see that ring again… I should follow it.”
Silence.
The woman slowly stands up. Her composure is gone.
And then she says something that changes everything:
“You shouldn’t have come here.”
The man immediately pulls out his phone.
The girl doesn’t move.
“I didn’t come,” she says quietly.
“I found you.”
