“A gift?” A smile crept across my face as curiosity gnawed at me. "You really didn't have to get me anything, Timothy."
He chuckled. "I know I don't have to, but I want to. You're not just an exceptional lawyer, Evie; you're a good person. The effort you’ve put into my case means a lot to me."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. My heart fluttered as he handed it to me. I gently lifted the lid to reveal a delicate necklace, a slender chain of silver with the words “Say the right things” written on a small, intricately designed pendant. It was exquisite and made my heart swell with emotions.
"Timothy, it's beautiful," I exclaimed.
He smiled, that crooked half-smile that always got to me. "It's a reminder, Evie. A reminder to always speak your mind, to express y
