Chapter 18

Emma opened the box and held out her wrist. "Will you put it on me?" I lifted the pearls out. My mother used to turn her wrist just like that. She’d keep talking while I worked the clasp. Emma held so still I could see her pulse. The clasp slipped out of my fingers. "We have time," she said. I tried again. This time it clicked. Emma picked up her bouquet. A few of the pearls showed beneath the stems. "Can you see it?" she asked. "I can." "Good." She looked down at her wrist again....