The Necklace That Returned With His Voice

my doorstep. It was small, wrapped in plain brown paper with no return address. Just my name in neat handwriting that made my breath pause for a second. I brought it inside, sat on the couch, and stared at it for a long time before touching it. My heart pounded a little harder than I wanted to admit. I wasn’t ready to face another wave of grief.

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