I look deeply into Kaya’s eyes and tell her I want to trade my bracelet with her. It’s the most special piece of jewelry I have. I untie it from my wrist, and Kaya studies it intently. I have a sense of being set adrift, cut away from the chance to return to my own time. Another girl comes up to us, and Kaya and the girl throw words a little bit. Kaya says the girl asked her where she got the bracelet, and Kaya told her that her trading partner wove it. They agree it’s beautiful.

The girl kneels down and picks up a chubby little puppy. She points at the bracelet and holds out the pup. The girl wants to trade the puppy for the bracelet!

The bottom drops out of my stomach. I’ve seen how much Kaya loves dogs. Will she trade my bracelet away?