Harper walked in slowly and stopped right at the foot of the high hospital bed.

“Hi,” Harper said with a sweet, shy wave.

Arthur couldn’t even utter a single word.

He simply stared at her beautiful face and wept without making a sound.

After a few quiet moments, Arthur reached out with a shaky hand and picked up the soft velvet pouch from his bedside table.

He held it out toward her.

“This belonged to your great-grandmother,” Arthur told her in a ragged whisper.

“It belongs to you now.”