She had discovered it in a second-hand shop one day, the kind of place that was impossible to find a second time. She’d already spent an hour browsing through racks of vintage garments, inhaling that aroma unique to pre-worn clothing, before coming across the glass-topped cabinet.
Inside, a cameo brooch, glitzy costume earrings, and a gold necklace, its pendant shaped like a bullet. She’d bought it on a whim and only later realised that the top could be unscrewed. With tweezers she’d carefully extracted the tiny roll of paper hidden within. Even now its message continued to haunt her.