"You have to move on, Natalie."
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The flea market was crowded that morning: the kind of cool, bright day that made everything feel a little more alive. I wasn't there for anything in particular. I just liked the noise... it drowned the silence I live in.
I was halfway through a lane of worn books and old CDs when I saw it.
At first, I thought I was wrong. But there was no mistaking it: a gold bracelet with a thick band, and a single teardrop stone in the center. It was pale blue like Nana's eyes when she was little.
