A little four-year-old girl was happily strolling through the corridor, her eyes occupied with her very new and very shiny accessory. She wasn’t looking where she was going and was stopped only when her head bumped into something soft. She lifted her chin and her big brown eyes found the face of her mother smiling down at her. “You should look where you’re going, honey,” she said softly and the little girl nodded in agreement. Just as her mum was making a step forward, she spoke out. “Mummy! Look!” Her small fingers clutched around black leather around her wrist, the contraption obviously too big for her and she had to hold it on so it wouldn’t simply slide to the floor. Her mother froze in place, her face suddenly too serious and redder by the second. “W-what is that, sweetheart?” “A wing!” “A ring? Oh… a… bracelet…” She didn’t really know what to say. The dark leather cuff must’ve been left on the bed. She wasn’t used to hiding things, but as it seemed she might start doing it. ...