Chapter 9
Ivy knelt on the rug next to Elena, examining the sparkling, red enamel piece that her niece had given her. It just fit in her hand.
“It doesn’t look broken,” Ivy said, trying to comfort Elena, who seemed shaken. “That could’ve happened to anyone. I’m always climbing up on wobbly chairs to get something. It’s a wonder I don’t break my neck.”
“No, look closer,” Elena said. In her other hand, she held a tiny piece dislodged from the oval-shaped decorative item. A golden nest, exquisitely portrayed. A delicate bird with glittering red wings. She fixed her vivid blue eyes on Ivy. “Look at what you called rhinestones.”
By the light of the flicking fire, Ivy peered closer. She turned over the oval-shaped piece, which had burst open on impact. “It’s so ornate. The outside is beautif
