At the c***k of dawn, Margaret finally released Zack from the family. Hannah hovered nearby like a dutiful shadow, her hand clasping little Lucas's as the boy stood unnaturally still.
"Mom," Zack began cautiously, "why not let Claire out of confinement? She should come pay her respects."
Margaret's response was razor-sharp. "It's my birthday. I won't let that wretched girl spoil my day, and don't you dare mention her again."
Without missing a beat, she pulled Lucas close, running her fingers through his hair with a doting chuckle before producing a delicate golden locket from her sleeve. She dropped it into his tiny hand. "My precious grandson, just looking at you tugs at my heartstrings. This is Grandma's gift. Don't like it? I'll buy you ten more."
Lucas giggled, flashing a gap-tooth
