Diamonds, teardrop, set in white gold.

I had noticed them missing from my jewelry box some weeks earlier and had said nothing about that, either, filing it away with the other small thefts I was no longer surprised by.

Now they hung from Camilla’s ears, catching the chandelier light each time she tilted her head, and she tilted her head often, because she had learned that it made them shine.

There is a particular cruelty in being asked to admire the things that have been taken from you.