“Should I know what that is?”
“Glitter dust. Here.” She places a small round container in my hand. It's filled with a shimmering powder of some kind. “Just take a little pinch and sprinkle on the nails. Quickly now, or the nail polish will dry and the glitter won’t stick.”
I scrutinize the tiny thing on my palm. It’s smaller than my thumb, so there’s no way I can “pinch” anything from inside. It takes me a few tries just to open it. I spill a bit of the glitter on my palm, take some between my fingers, and carefully let it fall over Sienna’s toenails.
“Enough?” I ask and look up to find my wife staring at me, her eyes glistening.
“It will never be enough, Drago.”
I don’t hear a sound, so she must have whispered it.
“Of glitter?” I ask.
Sienna’s knuckles gently brush my cheek,
