The golden heart sat on the soft black velvet like a glowing treasure.
Eleanor looked up with red eyes filled with pure emotional intensity and hope.
Eleanor: Do you carry something that looks like this around your neck child?
Clara gasped loudly as her hand instantly flew up to her white collar.
Her whole body began to shake as a surge of emotion rushed through her.
She reached beneath her cloth uniform shirt with cold and trembling fingers.
She pulled out a golden chain holding an identical heart-shaped piece of jewelry.
Clara: How do you know about this locket when I never show anyone?
The older lady collapsed back into her chair with a heavy emotional sob.
Julian stared at Clara's neck with eyes wide open in complete shock.
Julian: That is impossible because that locket was custom made long ago.
Eleanor: It is not impossible because my sweet little granddaughter has finally returned.
Clara shook her head slowly because she could not process these heavy words.
She had lived her whole life believing she was completely alone on earth.
Her foster parents had found the locket pinned to her baby clothes years ago.
They told her to keep it safe until she grew into a adult.
Clara: I do not understand how a wealthy family could lose a baby.
Eleanor: You were stolen from your crib during a tragic rainy night long ago.
Julian: Wait mother we must be careful before making huge life claims here.
Julian: People make fake copies of classic jewelry styles all the time today.
Eleanor: Look at the tiny crack near the hinge on her piece Julian.
Clara held her locket forward so the man could inspect the golden metal.
A tiny hair line crack ran along the top edge near the loop ring.
The locket in Eleanor's hand had the exact same marking on its side.
The two pieces were clearly crafted together as two halves of one pair.
Clara: My foster mother always said this piece was full of deep secrets.
Eleanor: It holds the truth about your real name and your lost family.
The restaurant manager walked over slowly to check on the quiet group.
Manager: Is everything alright over here with your meal tonight ladies and gentleman?
Eleanor: Everything is perfect because I just found my long lost grand-child today.