Shattered Reflections
Anna stared at the silver bracelet in her palm, her throat dry and aching. It had been left at her doorstep in a small velvet pouch, no note, no explanation.
But she knew it.
She’d worn it on her wedding day.
The engraving on the inside still whispered her initials — A.L. — alongside Noah’s.
Now it was returned to her like a ghost, wrapped in silence and meaning she couldn’t trust.
The doorbell rang again.
This time, it was Noah.
He looked disheveled — not physically, but emotionally. His eyes were bloodshot, his movements strained like someone carrying too many memories all at once.
“Can we talk?” he asked.
Anna didn’t move. “Did you give this to someone else?” She held up the bracelet like a weapon.
His eyes widened. “Where did you find that?”
“It was le
