Chapter Twenty-Eight
Michaela
How did some scents linger so long? Opening closets and drawers in Grandma and Grandpa’s suite, I still caught whiffs of Emeraude and Aqua Velva. Abby dusted in here, so lemon Pledge was present, too, but those characteristics that spoke of ‘80s memories…
Not surprisingly, the vanity and dresser were empty, clothes and such long gone.
But looking through the closet’s custom built-ins, I found a velvet pouch full of old letters, and a hat box I’d need a step stool to reach.
“Michaela?” Lincoln’s voice.
“Still in here,” I called.
He appeared in the closet doorway. “Find anything?”
“Not much. Can you reach that?” I pointed to the box.
“Sure.” He stretched his long arms, then rose on toes, and brought the box down. “Careful, decades of dust on top.”
“I’l
