said I’d open it on my birthday, but it feels wrong to unwrap it without Robbie here. My feet carry me toward it. I pull the card from the gift and flip it over in my hand. On the back of the envelope reads, Open last. I smile. Of course Robbie would have instructions on how to open his gifts. I unwrap the box. Inside, I find a charm bracelet adorned with coins—a mix of pennies, nickels, and dimes. There are fourteen of them spaced evenly around the chain.
