Cal reaches out slowly, taking the object Grahame is holding out to him.
It's a watch, silver, the shine as bright as if it were still new. Cal never wore it much, just kept it safe in his room. He didn't want to risk the wrong person noticing it and taking it away; it was too precious to him for that. He looks at the face, then flips it over to look at the back, at the familiar engraving there.
Love, Tina.
He'd discovered its absence shortly after discovering that she had disappeared from his life. He'd told himself that it was for the best, anyway, that he didn't need the reminder hanging around. There had been too much to do to dwell on trying to figure out why Tina had left.
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It's a watch, silver, the shine as bright as if it were still new. Cal never wore it much, just kept it safe in his room. He didn't want to risk the wrong person noticing it and taking it away; it was too precious to him for that. He looks at the face, then flips it over to look at the back, at the familiar engraving there.
Love, Tina.
He'd discovered its absence shortly after discovering that she had disappeared from his life. He'd told himself that it was for the best, anyway, that he didn't need the reminder hanging around. There had been too much to do to dwell on trying to figure out why Tina had left.
"How did you - ?"