“My father gave it to me. I’ve had it since I was little.”
There was no other necklace. There never was.
And how did he use it?
I held that necklace in my hands the last night my mother was alive.
I ate dinner on autopilot. As soon as the car’s taillights disappeared down the street, I went straight to the hallway closet and grabbed the old photo albums from the top shelf.
