“I Buried My Mother’s Necklace With Her—25 Years Later, My Son’s Fiancée Walked In Wearing It”
"I'm sure there are similar pieces out there. I have to go." He hung up before I could say another word.
I called Will the next morning and told him I needed to see Claire. I kept it vague. Said I wanted to get to know her better, maybe look at some family photo albums together.
He bought it completely because Will has always trusted me, and I felt a small twist of guilt for using that.
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Claire met me at her apartment that afternoon, bright and welcoming, offering coffee before I'd even sat down.
I asked about the necklace as gently as I could frame it.
Will has always trusted me.
She set her mug down and looked at me with eyes that held nothing but honest confusion.
