“I learned a lot.”

“Meline—”

“Your bracelet is on the vanity.”

Her eyes moved to the velvet box. For one brief second, shame crossed her face. Then it vanished. She opened the box and lifted the bracelet. “It’s beautiful.”

“I chose the inscription carefully.”

Sydney turned the silver clasp and read the tiny engraving inside. May you live with what you choose. Her eyes rose to mine. “What does that mean?”