Buccellati Bruno Novels & Stories

He seemed to remember something and reached into his coat, pulling out a small, elegant box and holding it out toward me. When I didn't move to take it, he fumbled it open, his fingers so clumsy he almost dropped the thing in the dirt. Inside was a brand new pocket watch and, beside it, the sapphire brooch he'd given me years ago. "I had a new one commissioned." Alessio held the watch up toward me as if he were presenting something priceless. "This time, I used bulletproof glass for the face, and I swapped the photo inside for one from the first time we met. The back still has both our names on it, just like before."