I almost threw my laptop across the room when I read Vivian's email. This was all real - the necklace was back. 

I didn't bother to change out of my pajamas; I was not leaving my room today. I sent word to the kitchen to deliver me my breakfast as I laid, petrified, beneath my covers.

I couldn't get rid of it, yet it was far too close. Perhaps I ought to have it transported to a distant vault in some obscure bank. My control of the household was now secure; everything was mine. Even with the necklace, no one could take it all from me! 

Furiously, I sent Vivian a short reply. "It did this on its own."