And I sometimes used to go to her house. This was also one such occasion. I will use both Telugu and English to narrate the incident. This is a little...long incident. So please be patient. I don’t want to break it into parts so I’m narrating the entire incident at once. This happened a month ago…One evening I went to her house and was chatting casual topics with her. We talked just like any other evening and we had a great time, laughing and cracking jokes. The tuition children eventually went. Maybe—that thought was very weird, but to my brain, forced out of sleep so brutally in the middle of the night, still having half-dream-like thoughts, anything seemed plausible—maybe that gem was trying to communicate something to me?I turned the necklace around and looked at the back, and then I saw it. “There was a whole back side to this necklace that I never even thought of looking at yesterday?!” I thought to myself. The back of the metallic frame that the gem was set into… it had. “I was pretty thirsty; I had a pretty good workout this morning.”“Right Ms...”“Andrews, Heather Andrews.”“Heather, can I call you Heather?”“Yes,” she said, taking another sip of the soda.“Heather, I understand you’ve been through quite an ordeal.”“I wouldn’t call it an ordeal, it was really very nice.”“Nice? He was your brother wasn’t he?”“Yes, but you just don’t know. We do look a lot alike, not identical mind you, but I’ve always wondered what it would be like with him.”“You fantasized about. “Have you been able to reach your wife yet?” asked a voice I couldn’t figure out who it belonged to.“No, I haven’t. She’s not answering her stupid phone.” I heard.“Mom’s not going to like you calling her phone stupid. She loves that phone,” I said.“Kyla! You’re awake,” Dad said.Bree made her way to my side and laid down next to me. She said with a mix of emotions, “Thank God. Will you be okay?”I moved so I was looking at her. I rubbed her cheek with my hand and said, “I haven’t felt this good.