Chapter 4 - ROSE'S BOX
Aunt Ruth was sixty-six, practical, and allergic to family excuses. Mom called her difficult, which I had learned usually meant honest.
“Not in front of strangers,” Mom hissed.
“Then stop doing awful things in front of strangers,” Ruth replied.
Nora opened the garment bag. Inside was an ivory tea-length dress with lace sleeves and a row of covered buttons. It wasn't a designer gown, but it was beautiful.
“I wore it when I got married,” Ruth said. “It was your grandmother's before it was mine. Nora can let out the waist. We have time if everyone gets out of her way.”
My throat closed. “You brought this today?”
“I brought it because you asked me to be ready if things got strange. You didn't say how strange.”
The last week had felt wrong. Mom had pressed me to sign an envelope labeled wedding tax documents. Vanessa had twice asked if Ethan checked my bank accounts. A man I'd never met had called asking me to confirm my middle name for estate records.
Ruth opened her purse and showed me a small brass key. “Rose gave me this three days before she died. She said, 'If Helen ever tells Evelyn there's nothing left, show her what's in the blue box.'”
Mom's name was Helen. She gripped the doorframe.
“Ruth, you promised not to interfere.”
“I promised not to start a fight at a funeral. Different promise.”
Ethan stood beside me. “We can deal with this after we get married.”
“Can we?” I asked.
“Only if that's what you want. I don't need an inheritance. I need you safe.”
That was Ethan. No speech for an audience. Just the truth, offered quietly.
Rachel steered everyone out while Nora worked. Mom refused to move until Janelle mentioned calling venue security. Then she pulled Vanessa into the hall.
Ruth squeezed my hand. “Rose left you more than money. And Helen's been hiding the instructions.”
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I reached for the key.
Ruth closed my fingers around it and whispered, “The blue box isn't in her house anymore. Your mother emptied it yesterday.”
