A wave embracing a body.
Emma hadn’t known what else to call the metal things she found than “pieces”. Some were clearly jewelry. Others clearly weren’t, didn’t appear to have any functional purpose, but were interesting—small textured shapes wrapped around polished lines, sterling forms holding copper spaces, patina, gleam, a touch of color, a cut, a hole, a wave embracing a body. She was pretty sure her mother had made them because she’d found her mother’s initials on most of the pieces, and her own initials entwined with her mother’s “VW” in a hidden fold of two of the more idiosyncratic ones.