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She shook her head.

"I don't know."

"You do."

"I just..."

She closed her eyes.

Trigger took one step toward her.

Then stopped.

He understood.

If he spoke now...

The memory might disappear.

Rylie pressed both hands against her temples.

"The marble..."

She whispered.

"I've seen that marble before."

"Where?"

Rylie closed her eyes.

"Emma was sitting on the floor..."

"She wasn't crying when I looked through the window."

"She was rolling that little marble back and forth across the wooden floor."

"Emily smiled when she saw it and told her..."

'Don't lose it. It's lucky.'

"What about the bracelet?"

"It wasn't hers."

"How do you know?"

"Because..."

She looked toward me.

"Emily wore it."

The room fell silent.

Emily's bracelet.

Emma's marble.