Lauren adjusted the pearl locket around her neck.
The chain had been checked by the jeweler but remained delicate, so she tucked the clasp beneath her hair.
“Are you comfortable wearing it?”
I whispered.
“Yes.”
“I don’t want it to break.”
She gave me a faint smile.
“Mom.”
“What?”
“It’s okay.”
The photographer took several pictures.
No grand announcement.
No applause.
Just photographs.