"In the bushes," Desiree said softly. "Near the path she used to take home. You were a newborn, carefully wrapped up, and you had that necklace around your neck."
I kept staring at her.
"It's not possible."
"Yes," she said. "She's the one who brought you to me. She didn't know what to do. There was no note, no identification. Just you... and that necklace."
I looked down, my heart racing.
"It's not possible."
“She tried to find her family,” Desiree continued
. “We both tried. We consulted reports, asked questions, and followed every possible lead. But nothing matched, especially the lack of details or even a name.”
"So he just... kept me around?"
“He did everything right,” Desiree said. “Throughout the entire legal process. With the paperwork. It took time, but in the end… you became his.”
I felt a lump in my throat.
"Why didn't he tell me?"
Desiree's expression softened.
"Because he didn't want you to feel like you didn't belong there."
Silence filled the space between us.
"So he just... kept me around?"
Everything I thought I knew... has changed.
"And the necklace?", I finally asked.
"That's when things changed."
He gestured in the indicated direction.
“It’s not an ordinary object. We already knew that back then. The design, the finish, everything suggested something old, something precious. So we started investigating more thoroughly.”
"What did you discover?"
"Not enough," Desiree admitted. "But enough to know that he came from a very closed circle. The kind of people who don't forgive things like that... unless something really serious has happened."
A shiver ran down my spine.
"That's when things changed."
“Your grandmother helped me open my first store,” Desiree continued. “That’s how it all started. Over time, I expanded, made contacts, and kept a low profile.”
"For me?", I asked.
"Because of the necklace," he corrected her. "Because we knew that... one day, he could lead us back to his family."
I leaned back slowly, trying to process what had happened.
Desiree's gaze softened.
"And after her grandmother disappeared, I continued searching for her for 20 years. I made it my responsibility. I wasn't going to leave this story unfinished."
I leaned back slowly, trying to process what had happened.
"What happens now?"
Desiree held my gaze.
"It depends on you."
I looked at the necklace.
That's what I came to sell.
"Do you really think you can find them?" I asked.
His response was firm.
"I've already done that."
I raised my head abruptly.
"What?"
He nodded slowly.
"It depends on you."
“It took years. Discussions, tracing the origins, working through private channels. But finally… I found a match.”
My heart rate increased dramatically.
"And are you sure about that?"
"I wouldn't be sitting here if it weren't so."
My hands were trembling slightly.
What should we do?
Desiree did not hesitate.
"With your permission... I will call them."
Suddenly, the room seemed smaller.
What should we do?
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