Eira's POV
I entered the room and went straight to the bed. Sitting at the edge with the box resting on my lap, I inhaled slowly a few times, trying to calm the storm inside me.
I opened the box again and pulled out the note and the necklace. The moment I read the lines written on it, my heart tightened. My fingers traced the finely carved initials and my name etched into the pendant.
But then the memory of Rafe exposing me downstairs flashed through my mind. My grip tightened around it, and for a moment I was ready to throw everything into the trash.
I could not.
My heart refused to let go.
Instead, I smoothed the creases on the note, folded it carefully, wrapped the pendant within that fold, and placed it at the very bottom of the box beneath the rest of my belongings. Hidden away from my sight, yet not discarded.
After steadying myself, I began looking through the other items. Just then, a knock sounded on the door.
"Come in," I said quietly.
