chair where she’d once tucked a blanket around my shoulders without turning it into a kindness I had to repay.
The sewing room door was still ajar.
Arthur followed close behind.
“You touch one thing in here and I swear—”
“You’ll what?” I turned. “Sue me? Please. I want a lawyer in this room as badly as you don’t.”
His face reddened, but he stayed in the doorway as I crossed toward the tall antique cabinet in the corner. I’d never seen it open before.
The brass key slid smoothly
