The jewelry box rested next to her laptop. Innocent. Dreadful.“Look what I found last week!” her mother had said last Monday, when she gave her the box. “You loved this thing!”
Ana didn’t remember that, so she had decided to sell it. First she had to check why it was so heavy, though. If she found something there that was close to her heart, it would go to the nostalgic shelf. It was easy enough.
Why on earth was she stalling?
It was a rhetorical question, because Alan wasn’t here to tell her that the answer could be important.
Ana held the box like she used to do with pencils in the old handwriting ti