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Chapter 25 - Grace’s Bracelet

Two years later, I ran into Grace.

Coffee shop.

She looked happy.

Worked for a family with three children.

No mansion.

No diamonds.

She asked:

“Did they ever figure out my bracelet thing?”

“Yes.”

“What happened?”

I explained what could be shared.

She stared at her cup.

Then:

“I thought maybe I did something wrong without remembering.”

That hurt.

Rose had done to employees what manipulative people often do best.

Turn certainty inward.

Maybe I was careless.

Maybe I misplaced it.

Maybe she saw something I didn’t.

Grace said:

“For a year, every time something went missing anywhere, I panicked.”

I understood.

We sat for an hour.

Not survivors forming a lifelong club.

May you like

Two women comparing notes.

Then returning to work.

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