I set the knife down.
“Everything okay?”
She glanced toward the hallway.
“I need to ask you something before everyone arrives.”
That made me stand straighter. Elaine did not usually sneak around or whisper.
But that morning, her hands were shaking.
“Gaia,” she said, pulling a small white satin pouch from her purse, “can I trust you with this?”
“Of course.”
“Open it.”
I loosened the drawstring and tipped the pouch into my palm.