"A man was selling it. He said a young woman sold it to him this morning. She had big curly hair." My voice shook. "Felix, it's hers. I know it. Look!"
I flipped it over and showed him the engraving. "For Nana, from Mom and Dad."
He didn't even read it. He stepped back like it burned him. "Good lord, Natalie."
"It's her bracelet!"
"You don't know that."
"Felix, it's hers. I know it. Look!"
"Yes, I do, Felix. I do know." I felt my voice rise. "We had this made for her graduation. It's not a knockoff. It's not some coincidence. This — this was on her wrist the day she left."
He set the coffee down harder than he meant to. It sloshed over the rim.
"You're doing this again? I can't keep going down this road, Natalie."
