Nina looked down at it, then up at me. “Don’t you need it?” I shook my head. “I have other ways of keeping safe.” She clutched it, tears spilling down her cheeks again. “Oh, thank you. I’ll keep it with me all the time.” Her hands were white-knuckled around it. She would lose it. Not soon, but in a year, or two, or ten. It was human nature, and when that happened, she would be even worse off than before.
