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

my hands on the final night of my mother’s life… and placed it inside her coffin myself.

“It’s vintage,” Claire said, touching the pendant when she noticed me staring. “Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful,” I managed. “Where did you get it?”

“My dad gave it to me. I’ve had it since I was little.”

There had never been a second necklace.

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