ADVERTISEMENT
“I didn’t want someone to steal it!”
The stone caught the light. Too bright. Too clean. Wrong.
My mom stared as if she couldn’t make her eyes focus.
Advertisement
Linda hissed, “I didn’t want someone to steal it!”
“And this? Look at this mirror. This is sick.”
“She’s humiliating me!”
Another envelope sat under the papers.
Advertisement
My mom didn’t blink. “I don’t hate you. I’m tired.”
I looked back into the box.
FOR KATE — OPEN IN FRONT OF EVERYONE.