"It's just some old necklace. Lily wants it, so take it off and give it to her."
He said it like it was obvious. Like I was just a thing in this house, and things don't get to say no.
I tilted my head up and looked at the man I'd loved for five years.
"It was my mother's. It's all I have left of her."
Joel let out a cold, dismissive scoff.
"Your mother's been dead for years. What's the point of hanging on to some piece of junk?"
"Take it off. Don't make me do it myself."
Lillian was already coming down the stairs, quick and eager.
She walked right up to me and grabbed for it without a second's hesitation.
The thin silver chain bit into my skin, leaving a raw red line across my neck.
I didn't fight her.
A sharp snap.
The chain broke.
Lillian clutched the necklace in her fist and dangled it in front of me, triumphant.
"Thanks, Pauline. The chain's a little dated, but it'll do with my dress tomorrow."
Joel walked over and slid his arm around her waist.
"You're this happy over a cheap necklace? Tomorrow I'll take you to the auction. Pick out whatever you want."
I touched the welt on my neck.
It burned.
But not a fraction as much as what burned inside me.
"If you like it, keep it."