Elena stood by the kitchen counter, turning the small silver badge over in her hand. Gabriella’s name was neatly engraved on it, catching the light each time it moved. “Mum, this badge looks familiar,” she said thoughtfully, brows furrowed. “I just can’t remember where I’ve seen it before.”
Her mother glanced up from kneading the dough, her hands dusted with flour. “Maybe you’re just mistaken,” she replied gently. “Anyone can make a silver badge with their name on it. It doesn’t mean much.”
Elena sighed, still staring at the badge. Something about it tugged at her memory, but she couldn’t place it. “You’re right,” she said finally, forcing a small smile. “I’ll just return it to Gabriella tomorrow morning.”
She placed the badge carefully on the counter, yet even as she turned away, a qui
