I had last seen it on Garrett’s wrist during a holiday dinner before the divorce.

I remembered the blue dial and the engraved words because I had chosen each detail with such care.

I wondered whether Evelyn had really bought it from him, whether he had simply left it at her house, or whether she had kept it as another part of the secret.

The answer mattered less than it once would have, but I still felt a sting when I remembered how desperately I had saved to purchase it.

One afternoon I found the receipt in an old box.

There was the price, the date, and a handwritten note I had tucked into the store envelope.