at thinking we'd lost the baby finally overtook me and I behaved like both ends of a mule. I know I can never undo what was done but I want you to know how really, really, sorry I am.”
Comfortingly she held his hand. “The way you were feeling earlier, I understood, so you need not have apologized. You were so excited, talking to the little dote and making plans, naturally you'd take the loss really hard.”
Adoringly he told her, “I want you to have something that was very special to me and my mama.” He lifted the loose ends of his denim shirt to retrieve a wide, flat, jewelry box from the front of his waistband.
Shaking her head at him she touchingly professed, “I already have the most special thing your mother possessed and that's you. I don't need anything more.”
He knew she was serious, had always known that gifts and tokens weren't what she needed. “That you accept and wear this symbol of commitment will please my parents, August and me. The only way Liz could take possession of this necklace was by murder, and for years she lied to me about having it.” He opened the rich black velvet box toward her and heard her catch her breath.
She swung her legs to the floor and lifted the heavy pink diamond necklace from its bed of black silk.