Logan noticed how much I cared about the necklace and sneered. “What’s got you so anxious? Is this necklace really worth that much?”
I tried to stay calm, but my voice betrayed me. “It’s not valuable, but it’s very important to me. Give it back!”
I reached out, desperate to snatch it. This jade pendant was more than jewelry, it was an amulet my mother had sacrificed her health to get for me.
I’d been weak and sickly as a child, once even hospitalized in a coma. Doctors had told my parents to prepare for the worst, but my mother refused to accept it. She climbed the temple mountain in blistering 40-degree heat, taking each step on her knees to show her sincerity. By the time she reached the top, her knees were raw and bleeding, her head bruised and she was barely conscious. But she’d prayed for this jade pendant and it seemed the heavens had listened. I woke from my coma shortly after, but my mother became gravely ill.
Before she passed away, she placed the pendant in my hands and made me promise to keep it safe. I’d worn it ever since, treasuring it as if it held her very spirit. I would never let anyone destroy it.
“The more you care, the more I want to destroy it!” Logan taunted.