At first he didn’t understand.
Then he read the description of the object.
And he recognized it.
It was the only precious memory
that his father had left him before he died.
That object had been in his life long before he met Lucia. I had kept it for years, even when I had no money to pay a small debt. For him it was a piece of his past, something that belonged to his family and he had never imagined losing.
Lucia had sold it so that one of her children could receive care when she needed it most.
Matthew left the receipt on the table.
Why did you never tell me?
Lucia looked at him straight.
I tried to tell you before you left.
The phrase reminded him of that last night.
The suitcase.
The door.
The discussion.
He’s talking about business.
She tried to explain that she didn’t have to choose between her company and her marriage.
