I put the box on the floor carefully, I didn't know if there was anything breakable in it. I peered inside. I closed my eyes and inhaled, I was angry, I wanted her to keep things, to remind her of me, but she mustn't not have wanted to. The CD I made her in its jeweled, plastic case was sitting on top. I pulled it out and put it aside. The diamond coração I gave her, to go with Jacob's carved wolf. The stereo from her truck, a copy of the gift Emmett, Rose and Jazz gave her for her 18th birthday, the one that I replaced. All of the notes that I left her. And a black velvet box. If I could cry...
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