“I love this necklace.” “I know.” I nod. “This was the first thing you ever gave me.” “I know.” “I lost it.” “I know.” I laugh. We looked forever for that fucking necklace when she lost it in a club in Greece when she was seventeen. Not because it was expensive but because I gave it to her. “I was so sad—” She stares at me. I nod. “I remember.” “They don’t make these anymore,” she tells me like I don’t know.
