During a Family Livestream, My Niece Snapped the Bracelet Off My Wrist

in the ceramic bowl by the door and stood in the quiet for a moment, letting it settle around me.

The bracelet was still in my pocket.

I took it out and set it on the kitchen counter under the overhead light. Even broken, it was beautiful, the platinum glowing softly, the art deco pattern as crisp as it had been the day my grandmother clasped it around continue reading …