She’d pull whatever strings she had to. If her dad really was on
his last week, or, God forbid, even his last few days, she had a
bit of money left. Would this woman agree if Coralyn
explained everything? Would she rent her the necklace for a
few hours? Or would she just, out of the goodness of heart, let
Coralyn borrow it for an afternoon?
She’d tell her dad that she’d gone to Giana and explained
everything and that she’d sold it back to her for a price she
could afford. She’d tell him that she’d given it to her out of the
goodness of her heart. As a fucking tax write-off. As a
charitable donation. She would paint a story that her dad
would believe.
He wouldn’t believe it unless he could see it again. Touch
that necklace. To him, that was the last piece he had of
Coralyn’s mom. Their love was something deep and profound
and it had nearly killed him when she died. He’d lost a part of
himself that he’d never get back, and selling the necklace was
losing the rest.
Coralyn didn’t know how or what was possible, but she
knew she’d do everything in her power to make her dad’s last
wish a reality.
Chapter 2
Coralyn
After calling Thompson Surety Enterprises, the
development company that Giana Thompson was CEO and
owner of, Coralyn had pled her case with the smug admin
assistant. At least, she’d sounded smug at first.
Unsympathetic. Horrible. By the end of the call, after coming
back from a lengthy hold, she’d sounded surprised and had
informed Coralyn that she had an appointment for the next