I got it for him.
“You can always tell me something that’s worrying you.”
After dinner, I went upstairs.
The blue box was on the bottom shelf of my closet.
Exactly where it belonged.
I lifted the lid.
My mother’s letters were inside.
I lifted the lid.
So was her necklace, wrapped in a handkerchief.
Nothing appeared missing.
I checked the bedroom door.
Ben had followed me upstairs and was watching from the hallway.
Nothing appeared missing.
“See?” he said. “Grandma put it back.”
I closed the lid.
“Did you see her carry it?”
“Yeah.”
“Was she in her wheelchair?”
“No. She was walking.”
“Grandma put it back.”
“Did you help her?”
He shook his head.
“She told me to stay by the door.”
I sat on the edge of the bed.
Ben came closer.
“Mom?”
“Yes?”
“Did I ruin the surprise?”
“Did you help her?”
I pulled him into a hug.
