When I lifted my gaze, Vincent was no longer pretending not to watch. It hit me all at once. He gave her my necklace.
The one I lost six years ago. The one he’d once fastened around my neck himself, whispering promises that never lived long enough to mean anything.
Myra tugged on my sleeve again, unaware of the thoughts within me. “Auntie? Are you okay?”
I blinked, forcing a small smile. “Yes, sweetheart.” I fastened the new necklace around her neck gently. “This one’s different.”
“How?”
“Because this time,” I whispered, fingers trembling just a little, “I’m putting it on you myself.”
Her eyes went wide with excitement. “Then I’ll wear both! One for you and one for Daddy!”
Behind her, Vincent exhaled in relief. Elijah ran up just then, dragging Caleb behind him. “Mommy, look! We dre
