Inside were no keys, no cash, no jewelry, only a folded letter and a worn photograph.
“The serving girl gets a souvenir.”
The lawyer slid the box toward me.
“He wanted you to receive this first.”
Inside were no keys, no cash, no jewelry, only a folded letter and a worn photograph.
Marlene snorted.
“There it is. Daddy’s last little joke.”
I picked up the photograph. It showed me at the charity dinner, holding a tray, mid-laugh. I did not remember anyone taking it, but the charity logo was stamped faintly in the corner.
