My son brought his fiancée home for dinner

She took it out of her jewelry box and put it in my hand.

I felt the hinge by running my thumb down the pendant’s left edge, just as I recalled my mother showing me.

The locket opened when I lightly tapped it. Now empty. However, there was a tiny floral design carved on the inside that I could have identified even in total darkness.My father simply refused to let me wear it until I was eighteen.

My pulse quickened as I wrapped my fingers around the pendant. Either something was seriously wrong, or my memory was failing me.