“Give it back,” I whispered, watching my sister-in-law slip my jade bracelet onto her wrist—the one my husband had given me on our wedding night

drove together to the lake house in Vermont. The snow had melted, though the porch still needed repainting. Inside, I discovered a photograph of Eleanor taped behind a kitchen cabinet. Young and beautiful, she smiled at the camera while wearing the jade bracelet.

Now I wear it only on days when I need courage.

And when Madison called last week, her voice continue reading …