Out of curiosity, Mia began tracking the bird’s visits. Same time, same place, same behavior. Even stranger? It only appeared when she was home. If she left for the weekend, the bird disappeared too.
One morning, it dropped something. A small metal bead rolled across the windowsill. It looked like part of a bracelet.
Mia suddenly remembered—her grandmother had lost a bracelet like that when she lived in the house. Over 20 years ago.