I Handed My Jacket to a Woman in the Cold, and Two Weeks Later a Velvet Box Turned My World Upside Down

That morning, Fifth Avenue looked like it had been scrubbed clean by winter. The sky was the color of dirty pearl, and the wind slid between buildings like it knew exactly where your skin was exposed. It found the gap at my collar. It wormed under the hem of my jacket. It made my eyes water before I’d even reached …