The Stolen Heirloom

Summary

In my past life, when I got into Yale, my grandfather gave me a priceless locket engraved with our family crest, a piece worth millions.

I never once dared to wear it. But the scholarship student my family sponsored stole it from me.

When I confronted her, she stared at me with wide, innocent eyes. “Was it really that expensive? It looked like a cheap trinket from the dollar store. You never even wore it, so I just gave it to a homeless man on the street.”

I was furious and threatened to call the police, but I was stopped.