Todavía estaba mirando la caja en su mano.
Era pequeño. Cuero verde oscuro, usado suave en las esquinas. Tenía un pequeño broche de bronce. Lo había visto mil veces. Solía sentarse en el aparador de Michael, justo al lado de su billetera y sus llaves.
It was his watch box. His father’s watch was inside it. A gold watch with a cracked crystal that didn’t even keep time anymore. Michael never wore it. He just liked having it.
After he died, I put the box in my top dresser drawer under my socks. I hadn’t opened that drawer in months, except to get socks. I hadn’t looked under them. I didn’t know it was gone.
“Where did you get that?” I said. My voice sounded strange. Far away.
“Lily gave it to Annie,” the woman said. “Yesterday. With the dress.”
