“I have another item here,” Mara said, removing something more from the box. “This was your mother’s wedding ring.” She turned it around and around in her fingers. “Dixon also took this from her just after she died.” She paused, closing her eyes. “I’ll never forget how distraught he was . . .” She glanced back up. “He cared for her deeply, and I know he’d have done anything to have seen to her safety.”
She held the ring out. “I’ve kept this all these years. I thought one of you might like to wear it, and the other, the locket,” she said to the twins. Then she glanced Vida’s way. “But of course, its up to you all what we should do with these pieces.”
The twins looked at one another and then at Vida. They all nodded, as though each understood what the others thought.
“Actually,” Eden said to Mara, “you should hold the ring for safekeeping.”
“Yes, and I think that one of you two,” Vida said to her sisters, “should make use of the hairpin, and the other, the locket.”
“Are you sure?” Reigna asked.
“I’m certain.”
Reigna addressed her twin. “That’s fine with me. Which would you prefer, Eden?”
“Oh, please, don’t make me choose. We could be here all night.”
Reigna chuckled. “Fine. I’ll take the hairpin then. But I do think we should keep these things safe in our lock boxes.”
“Agreed.”
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