I got to be that voice for the woman I loved.

I count it the great privilege of my life.

Chapter 8 — The Locket

Later that day, while my mother was gently helping Vivienne into clean clothes, she found something around her neck: a small, ornate gold locket, delicate and old.

Vivienne stared at it with real fear.

“That isn’t mine,” she said.

“Callahan, I have never seen that in my life.

I don’t know how it got there.”