Three Scars:Betrayed by the Don
The one I had smashed.
It had been repaired. The cracks were filled with gold dust, making it look more ornate, but also more broken.
"See, I fixed it," Gavin whispered, holding it like it was his own shattered heart. "Viola, it's like us. It was broken, but now it's even more beautiful. Can we start over? I swear, my life will be yours…"
He bent down humbly, trying to put it on me.
I looked at the necklace.