“No,” I blurted out.
The expression on Chase’s face broke into literal pieces right before me, and it took everything in me not to take my words back, but it had to be done.
My words echoed through the office, leaving Chase and me, but mostly me, to deal with its aftermath. Chase’s grip on the necklace tightened as though he was trying to channel all of his frustration and pin it on the necklace. I was afraid that if he continued, he would end up breaking it into pieces and that it would lead to the end of a family tradition that had only begun not so long ago.
“Chase please stop holding the necklace like that,” I begged, rushing forward in an attempt to release the necklace from his hold.
Before I could get a chance to place a finger on Chase’s tight fist, he withdrew his hand and let
