The wind rustled through the tree leaves, whispering stories of ages past as if the tree itself carried the weight of time. Brody’s black car came to a halt under the moonlit night.

Molly didn't move immediately. She turned her head to look at Brody, then reached over and handed him a delicate, expensive box. Her voice was barely audible as she whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Inside the box, nestled like a secret, was a white gem bracelet. It was clear from its craftsmanship that it was an heirloom f