She had promised him several times already that she would go on living and remember the message from the music box, but this time would be for real. Her fingers fumbled at the clasp on the chain, and the wind rattled the pane of glass in the bathroom window.
Biting her lip in concentration, she undid the clasp and pulled the locket from her neck. She clenched her fingers around the locket and dropped it into her handbag. Straightening her shoulders, Evelyn closed her eyes and pulled courage from deep inside—courage to share her heart. Then she opened her eyes and walked out of the bathroom toward the waiting smile of Sterling Dennison.
The wind could howl at the windows all it wanted, but she wasn’t turning back.
“Sounds like quite a storm brewing,” Sterling said. “We might just get our
