« Did he say who the second one was for? »
« Two identical ones? »
She blinked, the smile faltering. « Yes, Ma’am. Two identical bracelets. »
I gripped the edge of the counter to steady myself.
« No, Ma’am. I’m sorry. He didn’t mention. »
I couldn’t feel my fingers. The bracelet on the counter suddenly looked like something pulled out of someone else’s drawer.
« I’ve changed my mind about the resizing, » I heard myself say. « Thank you. »
I parked in the driveway and sat there for 15 minutes, just thinking.
Inside, I set the velvet box in the middle of the kitchen table like a piece of evidence. Then I sat down and waited.
When Nolan walked in just after five, he took one look at me and knew something was wrong.
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