Abigail smiled, fiddling with the necklace she had on in an only somewhat nervous way. She had a sizable inheritance from her parents' deaths, but she hadn't touched it. Not until then. She was planning to pay whatever it took to get the perfect gift for her father.
Which was staring her in the face.
"That one," she murmured, mouth sort of dry, pointing at the one in the middle. It was still functioning perfectly, still polished and lovely, and she could see it already in her father's pocket.