Reblogged from Geoff at Tangental:

Zach Peters tapped his pen on the clipboard. ‘That’s about it. Your mother’s house is empty. We’ve left a few things in the garage which we thought you should decide if you want to keep.’

Amelia Johnson nodded. Her mother kept so little she didn’t expect much. Indeed, the framed portrait of her grandfather and four photo albums weren’t much to represent a life.

Zach touched her elbow and directed her gaze at the far wall. ‘We found that chest. It’s locked mind.’

Amelia stared at the battered trunk. ‘Goodness, now that takes me back.’ She let a smile grow on her lips. ‘Mother’s trunk. She said it would be mine one day, though I thought it had gone long since.’

‘What’s in it?’

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