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Tia ran her hands over the smooth satin of her dress. It was shimmery and dark, the most beautiful piece of clothing Tia had ever come across, but even it wasn't enough. Tia decided that she needed another accessory, something unique, something… outstanding. She imagined an emerald, large and deep green, sitting in an ornate silver sun, suspended on a long silver chain. She blinked her eyes, and the necklace flashed into existence around her neck. Perfect.

Tia didn't bother to lock the door to her apartment as she skipped down the front steps, onto the street and into the real world. Today was going to be the usual kind of day for Tia, a quick coffee, before people-watching in her own lonely world, as she considered the stunning items in expensive stores. She stepped smoothly into a cosy café, ordering a coffee with a brilliant smile, before sliding into a booth at the edge of the room. She straightened her wig and began reading a magazine, her eyes hungrily devouring the pages of striking dresses and jewellery, shoes and bags and perfumes.

"Excuse me" interrupted a man's voice, thin, watery, scared.
"Yes" purred Tia with a flirty smile, her sunglassed eyes meeting the man's pale blue one's.
"That necklace you're wearing looks a lot like my wife's", the old man stuttered, shuffling his feet as he spoke, "I think it was stolen sometime last night, you see, it's usually kept in a locked box and, well, the box was empty today." Tia gestured at the man to continue, her bored mind keen for any social interaction she encountered.
"It's our 65th anniversary, and, I don't want to intrude, I just, was wondering, did you buy it somewhere nearby? Did someone give it to you today? Could they have, by some chance, accidentally taken it from us?" The elderly man attempted a polite, tight-lipped smile. Tears beaded in his eyes, which he wiped away with his shaky liver-spotted hand.

Tia could see the old man wasn't angry at the theft, he was simply heartbroken at the loss. She reached her hands up behind her neck, unclasping the chain and dropping the jewel into the man's palm. He looked up at her with disbelieving eyes.
"Take it back. My cousin gave it to me earlier today. He said it was a late birthday gift. I suppose he forgot to tell me who it was really from", Tia said, her voice confident and eyes bright as she lied through her teeth.
The man smiled at Tia and showered thanks upon her. It occurred to Tia that the old man could have been lying, much the same way Tia had, trying to guilt someone into giving him their jewellery.

Tia watched the old man, trying to asses if he had lied. He shuffled to the next table, pulling a tiny oak box out of his jacket pocket. He fumbled on the box's latch, tears dripping down his cheeks. He made no attempt to wipe them away.
Tia's name was called once her coffee was ready and she got up quietly and went to the counter. As she walked out the café's door, she glanced back at the old man.

He poured the long chain into the box, and rested to pendant on top. He shut the oaken box and flicked the latch. His shaky hands traced over the golden lettering on top of the box, 'Margaret'.
"Happy anniversary, my love" he whispered, kissing the top of the box, "I can't wait to see you again". The old man reached into his breast pocket, pulling out a faded black and white portrait of a woman, a bright sun pendant hung around her neck. The old man placed a kiss upon the photograph too. Tears stung Tia's eyes and burnt her throat, tears of guilt, tears of sadness for the old man's loss.

"You stupid girl. What if you hadn't seen that man? He would never have gotten that necklace back. Stealing, you piece of shit. Never again. Never steal again. Never steal from a real person. Never never NEVER", Tia moaned, stumbling blindly down the street. Tia reached out her hands to steady herself and leant her back against the side of a building, guilt from everything she had ever stolen rushing through her mind as she tried to breathe deeply. She imagined the sad, sad faces of all of the people from whom she had unwittingly taken their most beloved possessions. Every piece of jewellery she had ever teleported around her own neck. She had always assumed they came from jewellery stores, or the overflowing closets of trophy wives.

"Never, ever, again", Tia began to wail. If only jewellery was the most precious thing she had ever stolen.
Her knees buckled and she sank to the ground, her hands balling in her dress as she shook. She'd tried so hard to forget. She'd tried so hard, so hard to let it go.
"I stole that child's whole life", Tia whispered to the sky, her head tilted upwards and her eyes closed. She prayed that her beloved moon would forgive her for what she had done, all those years ago. She had never meant to send a child there to die.

Tia turned her head and looked down the street, shocked to see her own face staring back at her.
Have you seen this woman? Call Crime Stoppers or the local Police. She is considered armed and dangerous. Do not approach.
Tia glanced around, checking there was no-one nearby. She ripped the poster off the wall, balling it up and stomping it into the gutter. She poured the rest of her steaming coffee over it, watching as the paper disintegrated into a clumpy coffee mess.
"Stupid poster", Tia muttered, "I'm not dangerous, I'm fucking deadly".

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