For a while, nobody said anything.
Then she picked up our mother’s note again.
“I’d forgotten about this,” she admitted.
Dad sat opposite her.
“I know.”
Amanda traced the edge of the paper.
“I remember Mom crying when she saw the jewelry box. I thought she’d hate my present.”
“She loved that you wanted to make me happy,” Dad said. “She just wanted you to understand that you couldn’t decide what to do with someone else’s belongings.”
Amanda looked toward the living room.
“And I told Lily basically the opposite.”
“Yes,” Dad replied.
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