of the counter to keep myself steady.
“Did he say who the second one was for?”
“No, Ma’am. I’m sorry. He didn’t mention.”
My fingers went numb. The bracelet on the counter suddenly looked like something taken from another woman’s drawer.
“I’ve changed my mind about the resizing,” I heard myself say. “Thank you.”
The saleswoman started to apologize, but I was already sliding the box back into my purse and walking toward the door. The next moment I truly registered, I was sitting in my car, staring at the
