No one should be this afraid. Afraid of things hidden in the delivered paper. Afraid of the posibility of footsteps echoing while they sleep. Afraid of the smell of burning. Afraid of turning a corner and disappearing. I found this locket. I can't remember which day, but it was after she disappeared. I asked everyone in all my classes if it belonged to them. They all put on blank faces. Susan Debran and Kit Bonney were my suspects. They fit the ridiculous romanticism of the inscription, "He who holds the Key can open my heart." I noticed that both girls had a similar locket in the days after after I showed it to them and they stared at me uncomprehending.

I’m forced to assume it is hers.