That afternoon, I made up some excuse about having something urgent at home and left. First stop: a jeweler. I had them make a perfect copy of the locket, same look, same size, everything.
Then I went to the hospital, praying I wasn’t too late. Thank God. I wasn’t pregnant. Yet.
The next morning, I walked back into our dorm like nothing happened. Yolanda barely looked up from her phone, but the moment she did, her eyes went straight to my neck.
And just like I expected, she reached for the locket. She didn’t say hi. She didn’t ask how I was. She just said, "Let me take a look at that real quick."
"What?" I asked, when I noticed Yolanda looking at me a little too closely.
"Nothing, I just wanted to check." She seemed satisfied after checking the locket, then gently tucked it back inside my shirt. "You're such a good girl. Keep wearing it, okay?"
What she didn’t know was that the locket around my neck wasn’t the original. I had it replaced with a perfect copy, down to the creepy red blood inside.
The real one, I locked that thing in a steel box the second I took it off.
A few days later, Yolanda mentioned casually, "Oh, I’m going out with some friends this weekend. Probably won’t be back to the dorm."
Yeah, sure. Friends.
I knew exactly what she was up to. She was planning to spend the weekend with Miles Larkin—the heir to the Larkin Group. What confused me was how she even got close to him. A guy like Miles wouldn’t just sleep with anyone.
So I followed her. And yep, just as I suspected, she drugged his drink. Watched the whole thing go down from a distance. She really didn’t hesitate.
When she came back, she looked completely drained. Slept like a rock. Honestly, it seemed like whatever happened in that hotel had taken everything out of her.
A couple weeks later, out of nowhere, she asked, "Trixie, did your period come this month?"
I shook my head. "Nope. It’s been about a week late."
Yolanda gave me this weird little smile. "That’s normal. You don’t even have a boyfriend, so don’t overthink it. Maybe just your hormone or something."
"Yeah, probably. Kinda nice not having it, to be honest." I laughed a little, trying to sound casual.