“I will not let this necklace do the same to my children. Let it go with me. Let them keep each other.”
I sat there for a long time.
Then I called Dan.
I read it to him.
He didn’t speak for a while.
When he finally did, his voice was different.
“I didn’t know.”
“I know,” I said.
I forgave him.
Not because what he did didn’t matter.
But because my mother had already made her choice.
The next day, I called Will.
I told him I had something important to share—with both of them.
They’re coming over again this Sunday.
I’ll make the lemon pie.
And as I stood in the kitchen, I looked up without thinking.
“It found its way back,” I said softly.
“Just like you wanted.”
