The price of silence
The diamond necklace had always been a symbol of our family’s endurance, its facets reflecting our triumphs and tribulations. Now, it had taken on a new role—as the price of our silence. Vivian traced the edge of the note, her face a mask of dread. “To give it up would be to lose a piece of ourselves,” she said. Yet, in our silence, we acknowledged a shared fear: what cost would our truth bear?