I approached cautiously, my heart pounding in my chest. The man recognized me instantly, his smile warm but puzzled. “Hello again,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I need to ask about your daughter’s bracelet.”
He looked down at the girl’s wrist, then back at me, confusion etched on his face. “This?” he asked, lifting the little girl’s arm gently. “It was my wife’s. She left it behind when she… left us.”
My heart ached at the thought of another child left without a mother, but it didn’t explain how the bracelet came to be hers. “I buried that bracelet with my daughter,” I said softly, tears brimming in my eyes.
