“I took the chain between the tips of my fingers, lifted it to the light. Each delicate link sparkled in the sun. It would have been lovely on anyone’s wrist. It would have been precious, with or without me. But it was everything I wanted, because I chose it to be mine.”

“I took the chain between the tips of my fingers, lifted it to the light. Each delicate link sparkled in the sun. It would have been lovely on anyone’s wrist. It would have been precious, with or without me. But it was everything I wanted, because I chose it to be mine.”

— Nina LaCour