I ran my hands over the lid again, feeling increasingly sick to my stomach. I couldn’t think of a word to say. How could I tell her someone had stolen my lute after she’d gone through all the work of having this beautiful gift made for me? Denna grinned excitedly. “Let’s see how your lute fits!” She gestured, and the man behind the counter brought out my lute and set it in the case. It fit snugly as a glove. I began to cry.
