Kael's POV
The emeralds in the delicate silver necklace catch the afternoon light, sparkling like tiny fragments of captured forest. They’re the exact shade of Elara’s eyes—that deep, rich green—which sparkle when she laughs.
When she used to laugh.
“An excellent choice, sir,” the jeweler says, carefully lifting the necklace from its velvet display. “This is one of our finest pieces.”
He’s right. The stones are flawless, the silver work exquisite. I imagine how it will look against her throat, how the green will make her eyes shine the way they used to.
I watch Elara through the shop window as the man wraps the necklace. She’s standing perfectly still beside her knapsack, Luna draped across her shoulders like a living scarf, her gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the bustling mar
