Caro could hardly breathe, let alone speak. She struggled to find some appropriate words. “Oh, Anne, that is… that is…”
Anne misinterpreted her stilted response. “Do you think it wrong of me to sell it? Because it was my husband’s final gift to me?”
“Of course I don’t.” Caro leaned forward and took her sister’s hands. The death of Lord Wynters had come as a shock. It had happened just two days prior to Anne’s birthday. She had handled her loss stoically. She had gotten on well with Lord Wynters, but it had never been a love match. The earl had been their father’s age, after all. The amulet had been found in his dressing table along with an amethyst necklace and matching pair of ear bobs. Lord Wynters’s valet had tearfully confirmed that the items in that drawer were to be Anne’s birthday
