At once, I understood. This was not about the necklace, beautiful and finely crafted as it was. He wasn’t giving me another pretty trinket. No, Max—Max, the man who had taken such great care to carve out his own solitary corner of the world—was giving me what I’d never had. The real gift was not the necklace. The gift was a home to come back to.
ohhh my god.
