The soft shine of gold beneath the harsh hospital lights was the last thing I expected to notice while recovering from a broken leg. Weeks of pain, immobility, and frustration had blurred together, but the moment I saw that delicate chain wrapped around Nurse Stephanie’s wrist, everything snapped into painful clarity. That bracelet wasn’t just any piece of jewelry. It was my grandmother’s heirloom, unmistakable because of the tiny engraved smiley face on the clasp. I had torn my house apart looking for it before finally accepting, through tears, that it was gone for good. Seeing it there, worn casually by the woman tending to my wounds, didn’t just make my heart skip. It felt like it dropped straight through the floor
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