“Keep the brooch if you want.”
I nearly laughed.
The thing was worth a fortune.
But I shook my head.
It belonged to her.
We sat together quietly for a while.
Finally she squeezed my hand.
“You gave me peace, Stan.”
I looked at her and smiled.
“No. You gave it to me.”
For the first time, she looked genuinely happy.
Before I left, she assured me she was finally fighting back.