The Bone Charmer

During spring cleaning, I lost the bone bracelet that my wife Annalise always clutched in her hand.

She flew into a rage over this, pushing me down the stairs and breaking my leg.

Only then did I realize that the bracelet was made from the bones of Dean, her deceased first love.

Despite her severe germaphobia, that night she rummaged through every trash can downstairs.

While I was hospitalized, she never showed up, yet her social media was flooded with memories of her and Dean.

[If you didn't have a slight resemblance to him, Liam, I wouldn't have given you a second glance in the first place...]

I closed my eyes and dialed that long-buried number.

"It's me, Julian. I'm back."

If the beginning was a mistake, might as well end it sooner.