It happened on a completely normal afternoon.
The kind of day you don’t expect to remember forever.
I came home from school, dropped my bag by the door, and immediately heard crying.
Loud. Dramatic. The kind that demands attention.
Serena.
I rushed into the living room.
She was sitting on the couch, clutching her wrist, tears streaming down her face.
“Where is it?” she sobbed. “Where is my bracelet?!”
My mother was beside her, rubbing her back.
“What bracelet?” I asked, confused.
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