“I said I think you should go. It’s my birthday. This isn’t the time.”
She recovered quickly, forcing a laugh.
“Well. Clearly your sibling has poisoned you against me. But we’ll talk about this soon, Lucas. Very soon. There are papers to sign, and lawyers involved. This isn’t going away.”
“I think you should go.”
She grabbed her purse and stormed toward the front hall.
The remaining relatives made quick, awkward excuses and followed her out within minutes.
The door clicked shut.
I stood in the middle of the dining room, staring at the half-eaten cake, my hands shaking.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry, Lucas. I wanted tonight to be perfect.”
“It was perfect,” he said. “Until she opened her mouth.”
I looked at him. “What are we going to do? We can’t lose our home.”
“I’m so sorry,”
He walked over and hugged me.
When he pulled back, there was something different in his eyes.
Something older.
“Wait here,” he said. “I have something to give you.”
He disappeared down the hallway toward his bedroom.
I heard a drawer open, then close.
When he returned, he was carrying something I hadn’t seen in eight years.
“I have something to give you.”
Our mother’s jewelry box.
The wood was darker than I remembered, worn smooth in the places where her fingers used to rest.
My breath caught in my throat.
“Where did you find that?” I asked.
“I’ve had it for a while,” he said carefully.
“Where did you find that?”
“How long?”
“Long enough.”
He placed it in my hands.
It was heavier than I expected.
“Lucas, what is this?”
