Elena's pov

Someone’s hands, careful and steady, fastening this exact bracelet around my wrist. A boy’s voice, close to my ear.

“Don’t take it off.”

I opened my eyes.

The voice was not Damien’s.

I knew that with complete clarity. Damien’s voice had never sounded like that,not even when we were younger. This one was different. Softer at the edges. Familiar in a way that made the back of my neck tighten.

I couldn’t see the boy’s face. Only the hands. The flowers. The weight of the bracelet settled against my skin.

Samantha was still watching me. “Elena. Talk to me.”

I set the bracelet down carefully on the table....