“What is this made out of?” I held my hand up to the sunlight, tried to follow the whorls and spirals of the metal swimming around my finger. It looked like set liquid, like something molten had frozen and captured the rush and rumble of the waves. “I asked my mom to send me one of my skates from when we were the conference champs at Harvard. I took the blade and had a jeweler melt it down to make a ring.”
