Elise knew instinctively that the man had no ill intentions. She did not mind telling him how it came to her hands, “It belonged to my grandmother,” she said, fingers brushing the worn gold. The veteran nodded slowly. Elise hoped he’d tell her why it fascinated him.
“She wore it every day,” Elise continued, her voice softening. “She passed away not long ago, but I kept it close. Feels like a part of her travels with me when I do.” The veteran’s eyes shimmered, though he blinked quickly to steady himself.