That possibility hurt her more than she could imagine. She had let the image on TV pull her into a fragile hope, and now it was unravelling. The thought of starting over, with even fewer clues, made her throat ache.
And then came the darker thought—the one that had her gripping the countertop for balance. What if her necklace was gone because her son no longer had it? What if he’d had to give it up, the way she once gave him up?