Serena's pov
The ring stayed on my finger for three days.
I did not take it off, not even when I slept, or when I bathed. The silver was warm against my skin, and the weight of it was comforting, and every time I looked down at my hand, I thought of Alejandro's mother and the life she had lived and the son she had left behind. I caught myself touching it sometimes, twisting it around my finger, and I did not know if that was a habit or a need.
Ramona had told me that the ring was a symbol of the bond, but it felt like something more. It felt like a promise, and I did not know if I was ready to make promises, but I was not ready to let go of it either. Every morning when I woke up, I checked to make sure it was still there, and every night before I fell asleep, I pressed it against my c
