“You insured Grandma’s locket?”
“Yes.”
“It isn’t worth much.”
Lauren touched it.
“Not financially.”
I looked away before she saw my eyes fill.
That Christmas, Lauren gave me a new photograph album.
Inside were pictures from the wedding.
Not just the polished photographs.
The ceremony.
The reception.
A candid shot of Ruth laughing beside the cake.
Ethan helping an older guest find a chair.
Margaret speaking with a cousin.