My Son Brought His Fiancée Home — And the Necklace She Wore Was the One I Buried 25 Years Ago

gold chain with an oval pendant. A deep green stone sat at the center, framed by intricate engraved leaves so fine they looked like lace.

My hand found the edge of the counter behind me.

I knew that shade of green. I knew those carvings. I recognized the tiny hinge hidden along the left side—the detail that made it a locket.

I had held that necklace in continue reading …