“It’s beautiful, Daniel,” I said.

“Put it on,” he said.

I reached around the back of my neck and fumbled with the tiny metal clasp.

“Let me help you,” he said.

He stood up, walked behind my wooden chair, and took the ends of the chain from my fingers.

He fastened the gold clasp at the nape of my neck.

The metal felt cold against my skin.

I touched my thin silver bracelet with my other hand, tracing the familiar engraving on the inside.