"If he's not a relative, there's only one possibility, childhood friends," Charlotte Green analyzed.
Abigail Summer shook her head uncertainly, "I don't know, I only know that this bracelet must be the only token of recognition between him and me."
"It's also the bridge that brought us together," Charlotte smiled knowingly, gently hugging her, "Abigail, you will find him, and you will regain the memories from before you were eight. It's just a matter of time."
"I believe you!" exclaimed Abigail Summer, smiling optimistically.
Afterward, the two women, who hadn't seen each other in a long time, chatted away wildly in opposite directions until they talked about opening a Confidential Room to commemorate their friendship. They both agreed unanimously and set it in stone.
