“I Buried My Mother’s Necklace With Her—25 Years Later, My Son’s Fiancée Walked In Wearing It”
"Maureen, I don't know what you're talking about."
"Her father told me he bought it from a business partner 25 years ago," I explained. "For $25,000. The man told him it was a generational lucky charm." I kept my eyes on his face. "He told me the man's name."
"Wait," Dan was stunned. "Claire's father?"
"Yes."
Dan said nothing. He pressed his lips together and looked at the table, and in that moment he looked less like my 50-something brother and more like the teenager who used to get caught doing things he knew better than to do.
"He told me the man's name."
