SELENE'S POV.
A woman named Celeste and a strange man whose name may or may not start with the letter D.
What kind of clue is this? How am I supposed to find anything when I don’t even have anything? I have nothing to work with.
I looked down at the bracelet in my hand once more as Eleanor’s story continued to replay in my head.
Just how many people has she made these bracelets for then? If these bracelets are really handmade and Eleanor makes them like she said, then there’s no way my mom could have possibly gotten hers from someone else. Or anywhere else, for that matter. This isn’t something you can just get anywhere else. It’s purely original. You can’t walk into a*****e and buy something like this—it had to have been made. So where did Mom get hers?
“Eleanor, do you, like, make
