“The correction, if one is ever authorized, will not replace the original history.”

That answer was enough for me to put the form away.

By Sunday afternoon the silver cuff link had made its way back to Richard’s house.

I found it on the kitchen table beside the small gift box he had used when he gave it to Emily.

Its initials, R.W., faced upward.

Emily stood near the sink while Richard examined the cuff link without picking it up.

“I am returning this,” she told him.