Chapter 9
The walnut box is still there.
The leaf brooch is inside it now.
Beside Grandma’s letter.
Sometimes I open the lid just to see them.
And whenever I do, I remember her crossing that room.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Twenty-five feet.
Two minutes.
Six years of lies behind her.
And the rest of her life finally belonging to her again.
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