The necklace itself was crafted with delicate precision.
But the single word carved on the back looked different.
It was obvious the person who carved it wasn't a professional jeweler. The letters were slightly uneven, rough around the edges, yet still clear enough to read.
Eve.
…Eve.
The moment I saw the name, something echoed inside my mind.
The elder Mr. Norton's voice from that day.
"It's been ten years. Ever since Evelyn died, I thought Finnick would never fall in love with anyone again."
My fingers tightened around the necklace.
Evelyn.
Does this necklace belong to that woman?
Who was she?
Finnick's former mate?
Someone he loved before me?
And… what exactly happened to her?
Curiosity pushed deeper into my chest. Before I could stop myself, I pulled out the photos resting beside the necklace.
The moment I saw them—
My hands froze.
In the photos stood a young man and a girl, both probably in their late teens.
I recognized the young man immediately.
Finnick.
