Two Children Walked Into My Wedding And The Eight-Year-Old Called Me Daddy. My Bride Took Hold Of Her Arm Before I Could Ask Why — And The Necklace Under That Child's Collar Was One Of Only Four My Grandfather Ever Made

There were exactly four of those necklaces in the world. Adrian's grandfather had them made in 1961, one for himself, one for Adrian's father, one for Daniel, one for Adrian, and the die was destroyed afterwards because the old man believed a family crest stopped meaning anything the moment it could be bought. Three of the four were accounted for. The fourth had gone into the ground with Adrian's older brother twelve years ago — or so Adrian had believed every single day since the funeral, right up until a muddy eight-year-old reached under her collar in the middle of his wedding and pulled it out into the light.