His First Love Wore My Necklace

I found myself tracing the silver pendant at my throat, a nervous habit I couldn’t seem to break.

Adrian had fastened this chain around my neck years ago, on the day he finally cleared his name. Back then, he held me with a desperation that felt like forever, promising he’d spend the rest of his life making it up to me. Looking back, I suppose I was the only one who took those vows as gospel.

The usual hum of the post-op ward suddenly died down. Every head turned toward Adrian.