“Yep, that’s it.” Mom confirmed it over FaceTime. She was relaxing on the back porch of my childhood home, having just come back from a run, when I called. It was dark outside, but her face was illuminated by the warm glow of the string lights hung around the perimeter of the screen enclosure.
“Well, what do I do now? I don’t want to get rid of it.” I turned the bracelet over in my hands and thumbed the little gold beads. “Kate made it.”
“Don’t get rid of it, then. You know how my premonitions work. The bracelet is not the key point. Now, you stay on high-alert; that’s all you can do. It’s of the utmost importance.”
I sighed and dropped the bracelet on the table in front of me. I leaned back in my chair and stared blankly into the kitchen, just beyond the dining area.
“You can still ch
