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Zander’s POV.

The chain sat heavy in my hand, its weight far greater than the metal it was made of.

It wasn’t just a piece of jewelry—it was a symbol, a reminder of everything I’d lost.

Not the bond—that was broken by my own hand. No, what I had truly lost ran deeper.

It was something I didn’t want to name, something too raw and painful to confront.

A week ago