“A man was selling it. He said a young woman sold it to him this morning. She had big curly hair.” My voice shook. “Felix, it’s hers. I know it. Look!”
I flipped it over and showed him the engraving. “For Nana, from Mom and Dad.”
He didn’t even read it. He stepped back like it burned him. “Good lord, Natalie.”
“It’s her bracelet!”
“You don’t know that.”
“Felix, it’s hers. I know it. Look!”
“Yes, I do, Felix. I do know.” I felt my voice rise. “We had this made for her graduation. It’s not a knockoff. It’s not some coincidence. This — this was on her wrist the day she left.”
He set the coffee down harder than he meant to. It sloshed over the rim.
“You’re doing this again? I can’t keep going down this road, Natalie.”
“Doing what?”
“Chasing ghosts! You don’t know where that bracelet’s been. People steal things. And they pawn them. Heck, someone probably dug it out of a donation bin.”
I can’t keep going down this road, Natalie.”
“It has the engraving,” I said, staring at him.
“You think that means something? You think that proves she’s alive?”
“It means she touched it. Recently. Isn’t that worth something to you?”
He raked a hand through his hair. “She’s gone. You need to let her be gone.”
“But what if she’s not?”
He didn’t answer. He just stormed out of the room, leaving the coffee steaming and the air buzzing with something I couldn’t name.
“You think that proves she’s alive?”
