No Strings Attached

He remembered distinctly that a sketch of a necklace was tucked away in his mother's drawer. It was identical in design, from the shape and number of diamonds to every last detail.

At the time, he was captivated by the necklace, thinking it was stunningly beautiful. He was sure that it would look amazing on his little sister's neck.

His mother watched him, engrossed, and with a smile, she tousled his hair gently. She said softly, "This is a design I made for Aunt May's little girl, a sort of betrothal gift from you to her. Do you think it's pretty? He felt a bit shy then, but he still nodded with a smile.

Later, when May met with tragedy, no one spoke of the necklace again. Perhaps it was a private pact between his mother and May. Others might not have been privy to it.

So when May clasped that necklace tightly in her final moments, what was she trying to say?

lan felt a choking sensation in his chest, and he abruptly stood up to step out onto the balcony, flinging open the window to take deep breaths of the outside air.

and Clara's affection was designed by his mother's own hands. She had been so hopeful for

Clara's background, or had something happened between her

gripped the necklace tightly in his hand, his voice hoarse. "I'll keep the necklace with

stepped out of the hospital room and made her way to the gynecology department. A few days ago, she underwent

asked, "Doctor, is there any improvement

glanced at the lab report and frowned deeply. "Premature ovarian failure isn't easily remedied. Some patients take medication for years without any effect. You've only been on treatment for three months. It's still the

in disappointment. "Isn't there anything else that can be done? Or am I never going to be able to conceive?" Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet

remind you that if you plan to marry, you should be upfront with your partner. In

pierced Clara like a knife. She had an eighty percent chance of being infertile. The remaining twenty percent was complicated by a retroverted uterus. So,

with tears, clutching the lab report as if it were the