Rosalie didn't notice him moving the things aside until it was too late. By the time her cries had subsided enough for her to focus on anything beyond the tiny hand that might've filled that glove, they were discarded in a pile he meant to have out of sight. Would the gloves serve as a sentimental enough item? Rosalie would sacrifice any hope of seeing the ring again for knowledge of their security, for some sort of tangible proof of the life she was supposed to have.

She was still wiping away tears with a now soaked handkerchief when she shrugged. Ezra had to realize she still harbored some sort of feelings for him, otherwise why would she have gone as far as researching the curse or insisting that they mattered? He had to have known on some level.

It took her a minute to compose herself enough to respond. When she did it was with a sad smile that echoed the one he gave her a week prior and said, "maybe, but it wouldn't have changed anything."

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