The silver is what holds the value.”

I turned my back on her before I said something I would regret and walked down the hallway toward the back bedroom.

The bedroom door was pushed wide open, scraping slightly against the carpet.

The floral sheets were gone, leaving only a stained white mattress sitting crookedly on the box spring.

I needed to find the rusted butter cookie tin.

Grandma Beatrice never kept actual cookies in that heavy metal box.