“I don’t see how.”
“Check and see if the other one is there,” Emily said.
Twitch looked in the case and spotted the mate.
“Wait,” Emily insisted. “Don’t touch it. Let me call Nathan. Just in case.”
Twitch set the baby in the center of the bed while Emily called her husband. She loved Emily like a sister; everything had worked out in her fairytale. Her handsome prince had ridden in on his regal steed, and they all lived happily ever after. Of course, Twitch knew Nathan and Emily had traveled a rocky road. They had experienced tragedy and loss and fought tooth and nail for their love story. Their relationship now was this magical thing well-earned and bound by love and commitment and trust.
She’d felt that way about Finn for the blink of an eye, and the pain of losing that brief glimpse of true love was almost too much to take. She rubbed her swollen belly. Finn was on the right path, but if he slipped or retreated—Twitch didn’t think she could risk it; she couldn’t bear the pain of that loss a second time.
Emily interrupted her somber thoughts. “Nathan asked us to wrap them in a tissue and bring them to the office.”
Twitch pulled a Kleenex from the box by her bed and complied.
Downstairs, she went to the kitchen to grab a plastic bag while Emily buckled baby Charlotte into her pumpkin seat. Twitch couldn’t see the cufflinks, but the package in her hand abraded her already frayed nerves. Maybe there was a simple explanation. Maybe they were her father’s and simply found their way into her jewelry box by accident. Maybe they were Finn’s. She ran through increasingly implausible scenarios in her head.
“Sweetie?” Emily called from the living room.
“Yeah?” Twitch replied.
“Do you want me to grab your laptop?” Emily asked.
“No, just leave it. I cleaned the fingerprint dust off of it, but I want to run a systems check. I have a backup at the office.”
Troubled by the costly and ominous jewelry in her hand, Twitch grabbed her jacket from the hook by the front door, and the women headed to the car.