“I have something to show you.” “Oh?” Alistair reached into his pocket and pulled out a thin, green ribbon. It seemed quite old and strangely familiar. Although, she wouldn’t quite place where she knew it from. “This was the ribbon attached to the first letter you sent me,” he murmured. “I’ve had it for years now, and it’s always brought me good luck.” “You kept it?” “Of course, I did. Just like I kept every letter you sent me, every gift you gave me, and every memory of you close to my heart.”
