Immediately, my blood runs cold. Something thickens in my throat, and I can’t seem to get any words out, let alone in order. Eventually, I manage a strangled, “You’re not wearing it.” I can’t believe I didn’t notice she’s not wearing it. Her hand flies to her chest. “I’m lucky, with or without the necklace,” she says quietly. “I have you, I have friends, I have the best job. I’m the luckiest girl in the world.” Her fingers slide over mine, and she takes the box from me. “My socks didn’t work for you, nor did you taking your mama’s advice about believing you’re lucky. So maybe this will.”
