She Was Just a Lost Little Girl Until I Saw the Locket My Mother Wore the Day She Vanished Hanging Around the Girl’s Neck

At thirty-five, I was drifting—jobless, speechless from a sudden stutter, and paralyzed by grief. My mother had vanished three years earlier, leaving behind only silence and a cryptic goodbye. I …

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