Helen's thoughts drifted for a moment, but remembering where she was, she quickly pulled herself back.
She didn't dwell on it any further and walked straight into the room.
"Selina, this gift was originally meant for your mother. I had it custom-made for my younger daughter, and I intended to give it to her on her wedding day. But…"
She didn't finish the sentence. She had lost thirty years of her life, and she had lost Victoria forever. Saying more would only stir up grief.
So Helen cut herself off and simply nodded.
"Anyway, this gift is yours now."
Selina nodded and followed Helen into the room.
Her grandmother had once prepared this as a wedding gift for her mother…
What would a wedding gift look like thirty years ago? A gold bracelet? A gold ring? In a family like the Hills, maybe something extravagant and antique, like a piece of fine jade?
But all her guesses ended the moment Selina laid eyes on what was inside the wooden box.
Selina: "…"
