It was incredibly soft.
Too soft.
The handle carried the faint bend left behind by years of someone else’s grip.
This wasn’t new.
Someone else had owned it.
Lila whispered, “That thing probably costs more than my car.”
Everyone applauded.
Robert smiled nervously.
“For my beautiful wife.”
I wanted to believe him.
Then my fingertips brushed something hidden inside one of the interior pockets.
A folded piece of paper.
I didn’t pull it out—not while everyone was watching.
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