Ren bobbed her head. They probably would think she had a secret lover if this necklace was so valuable.
"My uncle. You know, he loved me so much when I was a kid, but when you grow up, people change." Sorrow filled her eyes. In all those years she had been away from him, she had sent many letters and never received a response. This was the moment when the phrase became so heart-wrenching: Out of sight, out of mind. How simple, like a brush of wind that passed and never returned. But memories—they lived, able to kill or save, didn't they? If memories could be buried she would have willingly done that.
Agara decided to change the subject. "So, I heard you have been investigating me."