I had seen one just like that. A locket in the shape of a book. I rushed back to my home in a daze. I opened the door to my parents bedroom. In the cabinet, next to my mother's jewellery box was a little blue box. I remembered opening it when I was a five years old. My mother had been so mad...
Inside was a delicate silver necklace. It's clasp was broken. And dangling from the centre was an identical locket to the one I found at Mathew's home. Except...
The name on the cover...It was not Hamlet.
It read
OPHELIA.
And I knew for a fact which of my parents loved Shakespeare.
My Mother.
My Mother who named me Ophelia.
To be continued...
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