He set the bin on the plywood counter and pushed aside a stack of blank registration cards.

He reached down into the tangle of wires and pulled out my father’s gold watch.

Frank slid the heavy watch across the smooth surface of the counter.

I picked it up and felt the familiar cool weight of the metal in my palm.

The glass face was completely free of scratches, exactly the way Jonathan had kept it.

I wrapped the gold band around my right wrist and pressed the metal clasp down hard.

The small lock clicked securely into place against my skin.