Olivia,” she said.
“I am.”
She moved aside. “Nolan called me a while ago and told me you might come.”
We sat in her kitchen. I held the velvet box in my lap for a long moment before sliding it across the table.
“He bought this for you,” I said. “I think you should have it from me instead.”
Marta’s lip trembled. “I never wanted to take anything from you.”
“You didn’t take anything,” I said. “You gave something back.”
Marta placed her hand over mine.
“He said our daughter’s
