“Actually,” I said, “I brought something back. I think everyone should see it.”
Linda smiled.
“How thoughtful!”
I went upstairs, carrying my suitcase around the luggage blocking the steps.
Inside my bag was a small wooden urn containing some of Robert’s ashes.
My sister had kept it after our private memorial by the ocean. She had also given me an old photograph she’d found among our mother’s belongings.
I had slipped the photograph beneath the urn’s removable inner lid to keep it safe.
When I returned downstairs, several guests were awake and gathered around the kitchen table.
I placed the urn in front of Linda.
“Go ahead. Open it.”
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