TRUTH HURTS.

Rainbow.

Hunter's eyes were glued to the medallion, his gaze burning with an intensity that suggested he was on the cusp of unraveling a long-hidden mystery. "This is too much of a coincidence, don't you think?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

I leaned in, my curiosity piqued, as I tried to get a closer look at the medallion. "Why? What does it mean?" I asked, my eyes scanning the intricate engravings on the metal.

Hunter's expression turned nostalgic, a faraway look in his eyes. "Aunt Kayla used to write her initials on everything and anything that she owned when she was alive," he explained, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "My kid sister took after her, and she would often write hers on coffee mugs she deemed too pretty for others to use." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Gosh! She didn't even like coffee!"