The bracelet felt heavy on her wrist all morning. Ziva was aware of it with every movement. When she typed, the silver band tapped against the edge of her laptop. When she reached for a pen, it slid down her arm. It was a constant, cold reminder.
She tried to keep her left arm under her desk. She pulled the sleeve of her sweater down over it. But the sweater was thin, and the shape of the bracelet was still visible. It was like trying to hide a small, shiny animal on her arm. It would not stay still.
She knew someone would notice. She just did not think it would happen so fast, or so publicly.
Sasha arrived just before lunch. She came into the office like she owned the hallway. She was laughing about something, her voice bright and carrying. She went straight to Lucien’s open door. They
