Working quickly to pack up Sasha’s room, Mariel stopped suddenly when she spotted the silver box she’d knocked over when she’d arrived, unexpected, so many months ago. Sasha stopped packing and turned to face Mariel; her head cocked to the side. Mariel stood in the middle of the room, cupped the little box in her hands, her eyes unfocused as she stared at something far beyond what she held. 

“What is it, Mar? You OK?” Sasha asked worriedly.

“Wha?&...