HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

Adultery was one.

Forgery was another.

But grief attached itself differently to objects.

Those coins were not valuable because they were gold.

My grandfather had taught me history with them at the kitchen table. He let me hold them before I was old enough to understand why adults kept valuable things behind locks.

Julian had not stolen metal.

He had entered continue reading …