Marcus started the fire.

Frank disappeared into his workshop and returned with a small wooden case, the kind that opens with a brass hinge.

“I meant to give you this after the wedding,” he said.

“Then I decided Christmas was better.”

Inside lay a simple silver necklace with a small wooden pendant, polished and shaped like an open doorway.

It was made from a scrap of cherry wood left over from our wedding frame.

“A door?” I asked.