For 20 years, my mom prepared meals for a homeless man who lived behind our house – the day after she passed away, he held my hands and said something that completely changed my life.

it to me.”

“That locket was lost.”

“No,” Victor said. “She told you it was.”

My chest tightened. “Why would my mother give you her locket?”

“Because I gave it to her first.”

I stared at him. “When?”

“When she was ten, I think. Maybe younger,” he said. “She had a bad day. I told her if she wore it, she could pretend I was walking beside her.”

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