Marlowe
The wrapping fell away to reveal a small, weathered wooden box, and King's whole body went still, recognition crossing his features before he'd even lifted the lid.
"This was hers," he said, voice barely audible. "She used to keep it on her nightstand. I thought it was lost, along with everything else that night."
"I found it in her things afterward," Ronan said, gentle. "Kept it safe, waiting for you to be ready. I didn't want to force this on you before you'd properly grieved, and honestly, watching you these past years, I wasn't certain that day was ever going to come."
King opened the box with trembling hands, and inside, nestled in faded velvet, sat a simple silver locket, considerably worn with age and handling.
"She wore this every day," King said, voice thick with emot
