There is something particular about a stone held in four prongs.

It is not enclosed.
It is not hidden.
It is simply held — carefully, deliberately, from four directions at once.

This necklace is for the woman whose care worked the same way. She did not need a title to make her presence real. She chose to stay close, to hold from the right distance, and to keep holding long after the easy part was over.

Worn on ordinary days, it says the quiet thing clearly:
some bonds are not inherited.
They are chosen, and then kept.