“It’s yours,” she answered.

Sophia found a delicate silver bracelet and a note about asking questions without being ashamed of them.

She read the sentence twice, then glanced toward me with an expression that said someone had finally written down a rule she already lived by.

Olivia’s box contained a small silver star ornament.

She held it against the window until it flashed in the light.

“Like my school star,” she whispered.