came, I didn’t fight them.

Maybe the locket really did make people braver.

Maybe carrying something that had once rested against my mother’s heart gave me the strength I needed.

Or perhaps, after four months of running from the grief, I was finally ready to begin letting go.

My mother-in-law pointed at the door during New Year’s dinner and snapped, **“If continue reading …

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