To say that Lilia was surprised by what Gid had purportedly left her would be the understatement of the century.
“Well, here it is.” Stevia laid a necklace in Lilia’s hand. “He left this with strict instructions that I should only give it to Lilia Desjardins. Made sure I knew what you looked like, too.”
Lilia stared at the cheap locket and chain pooled in her palm. The “gold” was already chipping and the chain tinkled in her hand as if it had been made of aluminum foil. There was a lavish “L” on the front of the locket.
It was the ugliest piece of jewelry she had ever seen. Lilia tried to see some link between this clumsy locket and the sleek piece of platinum on her left hand, both chosen by the same man, and failed.
Had Gid left her a comment on the state of their relationship, or wa
