A soft knock at the door startled me from my near-doze.
"Who is it?" I called, tensing.
"It's Jackson. I have something for you."
I hesitated. "I'm in the bath. Can it wait?"
"It's important," he replied. "I can leave it outside the door."
"Fine," I sighed, hearing his footsteps retreat.
Several minutes later, when I'd dried off and changed into the soft pyjamas provided, I cracked open the door. A small wooden box sat on the floor, intricately carved with a pattern I recognized immediately—the same swirling design etched into my pendant.
I brought it inside, examining it carefully before opening the lid. Inside lay a delicate silver bracelet set with moonstones and a folded note in unfamiliar handwriting.
*For when you're ready to know the whole truth. -J*
The cryptic message mad
