Chapter 18 - Leah's Last LetterThe box contained glass fragments, old ribbon, and the little ceramic bird I'd made with Mom. Beneath them lay an envelope marked HANNAH — WHEN YOU THINK YOU CAN'T START OVER.
I recognized her handwriting before I touched it. Vanessa had photographed the envelope to use as leverage. Now, perhaps afraid of the preservation order, she'd abandoned it rather than keep property everyone knew was missing.
Grandma stood close while I opened the letter. Mom wrote about breaking her first dozen glass ornaments, crying in her studio, and returning the next morning. She wrote that making something beautiful wasn't proof you had never failed. It was proof you cared enough to try again.
At the bottom she had added: DON'T KEEP THINGS JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE MINE. KEEP WHAT HELPS YOU LOVE PEOPLE BETTER.
I read that line three times. I had spent days thinking recovery meant reconstructing every lost ornament exactly as it had been. Suddenly I saw Mom would have wanted more than a room full of untouched memories.
The storage manager handed us a second envelope. This one contained photographs of boxes leaving Willow House and copies of pickup instructions. He said a driver had given them to him after learning the contents were being disputed.
"I'd have called sooner," he admitted, "but I thought it was ordinary family business."
"That's what everyone thought," Grandma said.
Later that afternoon the church board notified us that Vanessa's access to the fund was suspended pending an independent review. The bank had restricted the affected accounts. Naomi had referred the possible signature forgeries and threats to investigators.
I carried Mom's letter home and found Dad on our porch with a bare pine tree strapped to his truck.
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"I know I can't replace it," he said. "Could I help you make a different one?"
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