Considering the length of time it had adorned her wrist, the leather bracelet should have been worn, but it wasn’t. It was supple, brilliant maroon leather clasped with a copper magnet. The magnet did have some wear from anxious popping. Little black elastic bands held copper beads on either side of a silver one in the center of the band. A few imperfections in the leather could be seen on the underside of the band, but they didn’t matter to her. What mattered was the luck the bracelet implied, the love. She wore it every day, until one day it slipped off her wrist and vanished.