My Son Brought His Fiancée Home for Dinner – As She Took Off Her Coat, I Recognized the Necklace I B.uried 25 Years Ago

Claire was born 11 months later. He said he’d never once questioned the purchase since.

I asked for the name of the man who sold it.

He said, “Dan.”

I put the photos back in my bag, thanked him for his time, and drove to my brother’s house without stopping once.

Dan opened the door with a wide smile, one hand still holding the television remote, completely at ease.

“Maureen! Come in, come in.” He pulled me into a hug before I could say a word. “I’ve been meaning to call you. Heard the good news about Will and his lovely lady. You must be over the moon, huh? When’s the wedding?”

I let him talk. I stepped inside, sat down at his kitchen table, and set my hands flat on the surface.

He registered something was off mid-sentence and let the question trail away.

“What’s wrong?” he said, pulling out the chair across from me.

“I need to ask you something, and I need you to be honest with me, Dan.”

“Okay.” He settled in, still relaxed, still performing casually. “What’s going on?”

“Mom’s necklace,” I probed. “The green stone pendant she wore her whole life. The one she asked me to bury with her.”

He blinked. “What about it?”