“Diamonds are forever,” Sony said softly, caressing the spot on the back of his hand where the diamond was on his father’s. “BJ told me that. A diamond can survive a fire. She told me that when I started. No one gave me a job cause of my brain problems, but she did. She believed in me.” His eyelids flickered. “She said, Anybody can become a diamond. All they need is a bit of pressure.”
