My husband bought me an expensive bracelet for our anniversary—but when I went to resize it, the saleswoman revealed he had bought a second one just days earlier.

“And I thought I would pull you under.”

I looked at him. “Where is the second bracelet?”

Nolan opened his briefcase, took out another velvet box, and set it down.

Inside was the same bracelet.

I lifted it carefully. This time, I understood it wasn’t romance. It was gratitude. It was goodbye. Something sacred.

My hands trembled as it rattled softly.

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