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.