The moment I noticed the delicate gold bracelet on Nurse Stephanie’s wrist, my heart skipped. It wasn’t just similar to my grandmother’s bracelet — it was hers, engraved with a tiny smiley face. I had searched everywhere before accepting it was gone. Seeing it again under the hospital lights felt unreal.
When I asked about it, Stephanie said her boyfriend had given it to her about a month earlier — the same time my bracelet disappeared. While I was recovering in the hospital with a broken leg, we had grown friendly. She often spoke fondly of her boyfriend.
