A Setting Sun.
“I found it laying on a counter. I got it for you.”
Nia stares at the rusted silver metal in Jay’s hand, unimpressed and bordering on annoyed at the necklace that hung between them. She imagines it was a locket at one point by it’s full heart shape, but now it’s rusted and probably impossible to open. It’s useless. Completely useless. Nia looks up at Jay’s round eyes, sighing through her nose.