I left his house with my heart heavier than when I’d walked in and drove home. I’d always known the boxes were up there in the attic. Old things from my mother’s house — books, letters, and small objects that accumulate across a life.
I hadn’t opened them since we’d packed them after she died. I found her diary in the third box, tucked inside a dirty cardigan that still faintly held her perfume. Sitting on the attic floor in the afternoon light, I read until I understood everything.
My mother had inherited the necklace from her mother, and her sister believed it should’ve gone to her instead. It was a wound that never healed: two sisters who’d grown up sharing everything, divided permanently by a single object. Mom’s sister, my aunt, had died years later, and the estrangement had never resolved itself.
My mother had written:
“I watched my mother’s necklace end a lifelong friendship between two sisters. I will not let it do the same to my children. Let it go with me.
Let them keep each other instead.”
I closed the diary and sat with that for a long time.
She didn’t want the necklace buried with her out of superstition or sentiment. She wanted it buried out of love—for Dan and for me. I called Dan that evening and read him the entry word for word.
When I finished, the line went so quiet I checked to make sure the call hadn’t dropped. “I didn’t know,” he spoke finally, his voice stripped down to something I hadn’t heard from him in years. We stayed on the phone a while, letting the silence do the talking.
I forgave Dan not because what he did was bullshit, but because our mother had spent her last night on earth trying to make sure we were never divided. I called Will the next morning and told him I had some family history to share with Claire when they were ready. He said they’d come for dinner on Sunday.
I told him I’d make the lemon pie again. I looked up at the ceiling the way you do when you’re talking to someone who isn’t there anymore. “It’s coming back into the family, Mom,” I said softly.
“Through Will’s girl. She’s a good one.”
I could’ve sworn the house felt a little warmer after that.
