6
Nathan’s heavy gaze settled on me once in the kitchen. “Talk to me, Jem, and make it good.”
I sent Sean a glance before giving a small nod. “Well, for reasons I can’t explain to myself, let alone you, the moment I saw that bracelet on Josh’s wrist, something twisted inside me.”
Nathan’s expression didn’t waver. “Try to explain it.”
I blew out a small breath. “Seeing the bracelet seemed to trigger a memory—one I can’t quite piece together—and it sounded an alert that something was amiss.”
Nathan turned to Sean. “Do you know what memory she’s talking about?”
Sean shook his head. “No, but I think it’s one we both have. It’s just buried too deep. Neither of us are getting all the details, but as soon as Jem recognised the bracelet as being made from hair, something clicked inside me, t
