My late wife’s necklace was the only thing I had left of her. When it disappeared, my daughter admitted, “I sold it for a vacation.” At the pawn shop, they called me back trembling: “Sir, you won’t believe what was hidden inside the locket.”

When I was searching for my late wife’s necklace—the only tangible piece of her I had left—my daughter coldly announced, “The necklace has been sold. I needed the money for a vacation.” Shocked by her betrayal, I called the pawn shop to get it back. The man on the phone said, “Sir, you won’t believe what we found when we opened the locket on that pendant.” It was a secret that would finally reveal the truth about my own family.