Clara’s chest tightened. “Second question: Will I ever find it?”

“What’s the one thing I’ve been looking for without knowing it?” Clara asked.

She thought of her grandmother’s locket, dropped somewhere between a bus stop and a bad breakup three years ago. She thought of the song she’d hummed as a child but could never remember the lyrics to. She thought of the name of her first pet—was it Biscuit or Muffin? But those weren’t the real losses.