A few months later, Elaine asked me to meet her for lunch.
I signed a lease on a small apartment with good light in the kitchen and a park nearby for the dog. We separated our finances fairly. I bought new dishes, changed passwords, and learned how quiet a room could feel when nobody in it was withholding anything.
A few months later, Elaine asked me to meet her for lunch.
I stared at it. “Elaine.”
“David returned it to me for good,” she said. “And I spoke to my sister and the rest of the family before I called you. They agree with me.”
She pushed the box toward me.
“It should stay in your family.”
“It was supposed to become part of a marriage. Instead, it became part of a lie. I’m done letting it belong to that story.”
“I can’t take that.”
“Yes, you can.”