"Why didn’t you tell me they belonged to your mother?" Giselle asks the moment we climb into the SUV.

"Because if I had, you’d have refused to wear them," I reply quickly, stopping her hand before she can remove the bracelet. "I want them to be yours, sweetheart. And honestly, I’m sure that if my mother had met you, she would’ve gifted them to you herself. So please, wear them. Just for me, okay?" I lift her chin gently and press a soft kiss to her cheek.

She hesitates for a few ...