Lila’s POV
Henry and I had been wandering around town for two hours, ducking into every shop we could find—and coming out empty-handed every time. Moira had been right: there really wasn’t much here. Beyond the practical stores—hardware, groceries, a single pharmacy—we were left with a scattering of touristy gift shops filled with overpriced mugs and snow globes.
Henry finally insisted we stop for coffee. I agreed, half because my feet were sore and half because I was starting to feel like a failure.
As we waited for our drinks, I turned my wrist, letting the morning light catch the delicate bracelet Tobi had given me on my eighteenth birthday. The red heart stone shimmered like a secret. It was beautiful—sentimental and thoughtful and utterly irreplaceable.
I sighed, slipping my wrist
