I had kept it precisely so that they would never have to see it.

And now my oldest was asking me to carry it into the middle of her wedding.

“The box stays in the closet, Samantha,” I said again.

“That is not something I am willing to open.”

Chapter 9 — The Box Is Just Proof

“That box represents something ugly,” I told her.

“It represents the worst thing that ever happened to this family.

Why on earth would you want it anywhere near the happiest day of your life?”