And I knew the silver half-sun necklace around my neck was the only object that had been with me before Teresa.
That was all.
Now one of the richest women in Texas was staring at that necklace and crying.
Alexander stepped closer.
“Where did you get that?”
His voice shook.
Marcus forced a laugh.
“Sir, it’s nothing.”
Alexander turned his head.
Only slightly.
Marcus immediately stopped speaking.
I touched the necklace.
“My mother gave it to me.”
“What was her name?”
“Teresa Alvarez.”
Margaret shook her head quickly.
“No.”
She stepped forward.
“Your biological mother.”
I swallowed.
“I don’t know.”
Alexander closed his eyes.
