He was quiet for a beat. Then he said, "That's a debt he owes you. It's not something you owe me."

I lowered my eyes to the bracelet in my hands.

"Lydia, I don't care what your past looks like. What I care about is whether you'll let me be part of what comes next."

Wind rattled softly against the windowpane.

I fastened the bracelet around my wrist and looked up at him.

"Yes."