“Daddy! Mummy! We have to hurry or we will be late!” Emma shouted as he rushed into his parent’s room.

Bernard, who had been kissing his wife after he held her clasped necklace on, quickly switched tactics when he heard his son’s voice a second before the boy ran inside. He schooled his breathing and his expression to passiveness as he patted his wife’s necklace into place “There, that should hold, right, honey?”

Marissa, who couldn’t form a coherent word at the moment even if her life depended on it, merely nodded. She smiled when her husband turned to Emma, who had jumped onto the bed, swinging his legs as...