And one photograph I hadn’t seen.
Lauren standing in the side room before the ceremony resumed.
Holding the pearl locket.
Her eyes were red.
Her face serious.
Underneath, she’d written:
The day I stopped hiding where I came from.
I stared at the page for a long time.
Then closed it.
Lauren looked worried.
“Do you hate it?”
“No.”
“Then why aren’t you saying anything?”
I thought.