“What if someone asks about the necklace?” Delilah whispered.

“No one is going to ask anything,” Christopher murmured.

“The death certificate is handled.

The insurance releases as soon as the paperwork clears — five hundred thousand dollars — and the house sells faster if we move quickly.

By the time anyone thinks to wonder about a necklace, we’ll be gone.”

I lay in the dark and listened to my husband discuss the price of my life down to the dollar.

There is a particular obscenity in hearing yourself appraised.