needed two identical bracelets. And you’re going to hate me when you hear it, Liv.”
My heart started racing.
“Her name is Marta,” Nolan finally said.
The name dropped into my chest like a stone into still water.
“Marta? Who is Marta?”
He stared at the bracelet between us for a long time before answering.
“Ten years ago, the night after what would have been Emily’s 16th birthday, I walked to the bridge.”
“You remember I said I was going for a walk that night? I didn’t tell you where.
