Beatrice.
Gerald found the bracelet the next morning.
I was in the kitchen making tea when he walked in, silver chain dangling from his fingers. The sailboat charm caught the light, winking accusingly.
"Where did this come from?" His voice was calm. Too calm.
My stomach dropped. I'd hidden it in my dresser drawer, buried under clothes. He'd been searching my room.
"You went through my things?"
"I'm trying to keep you alive. That requires knowing what you're hiding." He set the bracelet on the counter between us. "So I'll ask again. Where did this come from?"
I wrapped my hands around my tea mug, needing something to hold. "It was a gift. A long time ago."
"From Nathaniel."
Not a question. A statement.
"Yes."
"When?"
"Ten years ago. At summer camp. He gave it to me the last nigh
