Valentina's POV
The morning light came through my window. I turned my head and saw the wedding ring on my nightstand. I had taken it off sometime in the night.
I put it back on. The ring fit perfectly, but it felt wrong.
I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I splashed water on my face, dark circles sat under my eyes, but I ignored them. I dried my face and reached for my mother’s necklace.
It was the only thing she left me. A thin gold chain with a small heart pendant which she wore every day and when I was twelve, she gave it to me.
"You're old enough to keep it safe," she had said, smiling softly. "This is my heart. Wear it close to yours." And I always kept it safe.
I held the necklace up to the light. The clasp was bent, the metal had snapped. I tried to pinch it close
