The morning started like any other Thursday in my quiet life in Ridgemont, Pennsylvania. I was sixty-three years old, content with my routines, my garden, and the three-bedroom colonial house my late husband Dale and I had paid off years ago. The rooms held memories in every corner—photographs of our son Michael growing up, his college graduation, his wedding to Vivien five years ago.
I was watering the geraniums on my front porch when Vivien’s silver sedan pulled into my driveway. She emerged wearing designer sunglasses and a cream-colored pantsuit that probably cost more than my monthly grocery budget. My daughter-in-law had always been elegant, ambitious, the kind of woman who turned heads at charity events and knew everyone worth knowing in Pittsburgh’s social circles.
“Mackenzie, I’m so sorry to drop by unannounced,” she said, kissing my cheek with practiced warmth. Her perfume was expensive floral. “I’m in an absolute crisis.”
I set down the watering can. “What’s wrong?”
“The Riverside Foundation Gala is tonight—you know, the huge fundraiser Michael and I have been planning for months. My necklace clasp broke this morning, just snapped right off.” She touched her throat dramatically. “I know this is asking a lot, but could I possibly borrow your sapphire necklace? The one Dale gave you for your thirtieth anniversary?”
My hand went instinctively to my collar. That necklace was my most treasured possession. Dale had saved for two years to buy it, presenting it to me at a restaurant overlooking the Allegheny River. The sapphires were deep blue, surrounded by small diamonds that caught the light like captured stars.
“I don’t know, Vivien. That piece is very special to me.”
“I understand completely.” Her voice softened. “It’s just—Michael’s firm is hosting this event, and so many important people will be there. Potential clients, partners. We need to make the right impression. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t crucial.”
She mentioned Michael, and that changed everything. My son worked seventy-hour weeks trying to make partner. If this event mattered to his career, how could I refuse?
“I’ll be incredibly careful,” Vivien promised. “I’ll bring it back first thing tomorrow morning. You have my word.”
Twenty minutes later, I watched her drive away with my sapphire necklace in its velvet case. Something twisted in my stomach—a mother’s intuition, perhaps, or simply the anxiety of letting something irreplaceable leave my possession.
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