Aurora's POV
I turned, only to see him holding out a delicate silver bracelet—thin, old-fashioned, yet oddly familiar. But I knew I hadn’t been wearing anything like that.
Still, I took it. “Thank you,” I said cautiously.
“It belonged to my daughter,” he said, his voice quiet, almost like he was holding back his tears “She would’ve been your age now. I keep it in my coat pocket… I don’t know why. Habit, maybe. But when I saw you just now—”
He stopped himself, shaking his head like he was chasing off ghosts.
“You remind me of her,” he finished.
I swallowed hard, the weight of his words pressing down on me.
It didn’t make sense. But it didn’t have to.
“Would you like it?” he asked gently. “Maybe it’ll bring you luck.”
I hesitated, fingers tightening around the bracelet. My voice cr
