“Mom left it.”
A chill moved through me.
I turned off the stove, wiped my hands on a dish towel, and sat across from her. The box was old wood, scratched on the edges, with no label except a strip of faded blue ribbon tied around one side. My heart was already beating too fast.
Then Grace looked me straight in the eye and whispered, “Mom and Dad didn’t die that night.”
For a second, the room felt tilted.
