She never searched. She told herself it was for his sake, that he deserved peace without her shadow crossing it. But the truth was much simpler—fear. Fear of rejection. Fear that he might look at her with nothing in his eyes but polite indifference—the woman who had chosen to give away the chance for a miracle.
Still, she never stopped glancing at jewelry displays, thrift shop counters, antique market tables—just in case. Part of her believed the necklace was gone forever, swallowed by time. But a more stubborn part insisted it was out there, somewhere, keeping its silent vigil. Perhaps, someone had sold it again, and finding it might lead to—