The man’s face fell, realization and empathy mingling in his expression. He explained that his wife had often visited antique stores and estate sales; she must have bought the bracelet without knowing its history. It had been a gift for their daughter, a keepsake to remember her mother by.
We stood in silence, two strangers bound by grief and a twist of fate. The little girl watched us curiously, oblivious to the significance of the trinket she wore.
