For the first time in a very long time, something ahead of her deserved a different word entirely.
She was beginning again.
And the necklace, the one she had protected without fully understanding why, the one her grandmother had wrapped in an old scarf and kept in a shoebox and placed eventually in her granddaughter’s hands, was still around her neck.
Right where it had always belonged.
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