"Come to think of it, when I tried to contact you, my radar couldn't find your presence," Altin resumed the conversation with a different topic. "Do you still have the bracelet given to you back then?"
The silence hung in the air instead of an answer. I went back to where it happened, to the painful night when I lost my bracelet to the scorching flames. It was a fire of anger that burned it, so dangerously hot to the sparks that it wounded me. And I never wanted to recall such a hurtful memory.
Those old scars are best left alone unless I have the courage to open them up.
"No," I shortly replied. "I no longer have the bracelet."
Watching my somber expression while saying that, Altin could tell what happened to the bracelet more or less. I couldn't say I lost it or dropped it somewhere - it would be a lie - but I knew he didn't think that I threw it away. He knew I would never do that.
