Augusta’s eyes never left mine, her gaze unwavering, as if willing me to uncover the truths buried beneath years of family lore and forgotten connections. I took a deep breath, steadying myself, and began to speak. “I… I don’t know what to say. My mother, she never spoke of our family history. This locket was all she left me when she passed. I always thought it was just a sentimental piece from our past—a link to a simpler time.”

Augusta nodded, her expression one of understanding and patience. “The weight of our ancestry is often hidden from us, until the moment it deems fit to reveal itself,” she said softly, her voice carrying the wisdom of countless generations. “Perhaps, my dear, it is time to uncover your roots and understand the lineage you carry.”