Chapter 33
Paul locked the restaurant’s back entrance and walked toward his office. The evening service had finished an hour ago, but he’d sent Harry and Jenny home early. They’d both looked exhausted after the long day, and he could handle the final cleanup himself.
When he reached his office, he reached for the box above his computer. The one Karen had sent a few weeks ago. Tonight, it felt heavier than it should.
He placed it on the desk and removed the lid, pushing aside the tissue paper. Michelle’s garden journal rested on top, its leather cover still smooth despite years of handling. Beneath it lay the photographs and the scrap of fabric that protected Michelle’s bracelet.
He sat heavily in his chair, the memories the box represented making him feel twice his age and half as wise.
Paul took out the velvet-wrapped bundle and carefully unwound the fabric. The silver bracelet spilled into his palm, its charms catching the light from the room.
His thumb traced the edge of the heart charm. They’d thought their love would last forever, that nothing could break the bond that had grown between them. They were wrong. Paul had let blind ambition destroy the future they could have had together—and he’d paid the ultimate price.
He closed his fist around the bracelet, feeling the metal grow warm against his skin.
What was he supposed to do with it? Keeping it felt like clinging to a past that belonged to someone else now. Michelle had built a new life after leaving him. She’d married Robert, taught hundreds of students, and created gardens that brought her joy.
And she’d forgiven Paul before she died.
That forgiveness didn’t erase what he’d done. Sophie was still gone. Michelle’s trust had still been shattered by his inability to prioritize what mattered. But Michelle had chosen to release him from the burden of her anger, and that gift deserved to be honored.
Paul opened his hand and studied the bracelet again.
Karen had a daughter. Michelle’s niece. A young woman who probably had memories of her aunt wearing this bracelet at family gatherings, who’d maybe admired the tiny charms when she was small. Someone who might treasure this connection to Michelle.
The decision settled into place with quiet certainty.
This bracelet didn’t belong to him anymore. It belonged to someone who’d loved Michelle without the complicated weight of guilt and failure. Someone who could wear it and remember the best parts of Michelle’s life.
Paul pulled a small shipping box from his desk drawer and lined it with bubble wrap. He placed the bracelet in the center, then folded the velvet cloth around it protectively. His movements were deliberate, almost reverent. This was the last physical piece of his marriage, and letting it go felt both painful and necessary.
He found a notecard in his desk and uncapped a pen.
Karen,
Thank you for sending Michelle’s things. The photographs and her garden journal mean more than you know. But I’d like you to give the bracelet to your daughter. I think Michelle would want someone from her family to have it—someone who’ll wear it and remember her with joy instead of regret.
Please give your daughter my best wishes.
Paul
He slid the card into the box and sealed it with packing tape. The shipping label took only a few minutes to print. He copied Karen’s return address from the original package, making sure every number was correct.
Tomorrow morning, he’d drive the box to the courier office before opening the restaurant. In a couple of days, Karen’s daughter would open it and find something precious—a tangible memory of an aunt who’d loved her.
Paul set the package beside his keys where he wouldn’t forget it.
His phone vibrated against the desk. He picked it up and saw Susan’s name on the screen.
Everyone’s over the moon at Matt’s recovery. I’m bringing Lynda home soon. She’s exhausted and the doctor wants Matt to rest.
Relief flooded through him. He typed quickly: I’m glad everything’s going well. Do you need anything?
Just you. That’s all I’ll ever need.
Paul stared at the message for a long moment before responding: I love you.
He placed the phone on his desk, his throat tight.
