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She’d pull whatever strings she had to. If her dad really was on

his last week, or, God forbid, even his last few days, she had a

bit of money left. Would this woman agree if Coralyn

explained everything? Would she rent her the necklace for a

few hours? Or would she just, out of the goodness of heart, let

Coralyn borrow it for an afternoon?

She’d tell her dad that she’d gone to Giana and explained

everything and that she’d sold it back to her for a price she

could afford. She’d tell him that she’d given it to her out of the

goodness of her heart. As a fucking tax write-off. As a

charitable donation. She would paint a story that her dad

would believe.

He wouldn’t believe it unless he could see it again. Touch

that necklace. To him, that was the last piece he had of

Coralyn’s mom. Their love was something deep and profound

and it had nearly killed him when she died. He’d lost a part of

himself that he’d never get back, and selling the necklace was

losing the rest.

Coralyn didn’t know how or what was possible, but she

knew she’d do everything in her power to make her dad’s last

wish a reality.

Chapter 2

Coralyn

After calling Thompson Surety Enterprises, the

development company that Giana Thompson was CEO and

owner of, Coralyn had pled her case with the smug admin

assistant. At least, she’d sounded smug at first.

Unsympathetic. Horrible. By the end of the call, after coming

back from a lengthy hold, she’d sounded surprised and had

informed Coralyn that she had an appointment for the next