after a car fire thirty years ago near Fort Worth. I had a fever, a burn scar, and this necklace.”
Eleanor made a broken sound.
With shaking hands, she pulled a gold chain from beneath her blouse.
Hanging from it was the other half of the same silver sun.
The two pieces matched perfectly.
Gasps spread through the ballroom.
Julian forced another nervous laugh.
“Sir, with all respect, you can buy similar necklaces anywhere—”
“Shut up,” Eleanor snapped.
She carefully turned Elena’s necklace over.
“There’s an inscription on the back.”