He Was Ashamed Of My Dress And Hid Me At His Own Office Party—His Boss’s Reaction To My Necklace Ended His Career

I had seen them all my life.

I had never known what they meant.

Alexander stared at them.

Then reached beneath his shirt collar.

He pulled out a chain.

Another pendant hung from it.

Silver.

Old.

Half a sun.

My body went cold.

He stood slowly.

Then held his pendant beside mine.

The two halves fit perfectly.

One complete sun.

Nobody spoke.

I stared at it.

Then at him.

“What is this?”

Alexander’s mouth opened.

No words came.

Margaret answered.

“That necklace belonged to Alexander’s daughter.”

My chest tightened.

“What?”

Her name was Amelia Harrington Monroe.

A.H.M.

The initials on my necklace.

Alexander finally spoke.

“She disappeared thirty years ago.”

I shook my head.

“No.”

“She died in a house fire outside Fredericksburg.”

My ears started ringing.

Margaret continued.

“She had a little girl.”