Elena’s POV

Maya thought I had forgotten something.

She had already reached the door when she suddenly paused, frowned slightly as if recalling something, and then turned back toward the kitchen.

I watched her disappear inside for a moment before she returned, holding something in her hand.

Without saying anything, she placed it gently on the table in front of me.

“This was left on the counter,” she said.

I lowered my gaze. It was a watch.

A men’s watch.

The design was understated, ...