The Only Door That Opened When the Others Closed

in my drawer for years, and I kept thinking it belonged with you.”

Ivy picked up the box. The velvet was worn smooth at the corners, showing the gray cardboard beneath. She opened the lid. Inside, resting on a yellowed cotton pad, was a small silver locket.

“It is beautiful,” Ivy said, her response slow and measured.

“It was your grandmother’s,continue reading …