POV: Millie
What Coyote said last night sent me straight to the attic.
I don't know what I'm looking for exactly. Maybe proof that Han's hiding things from me. Maybe proof that I belong here. Maybe proof that the family I never had was real. The need burns in my chest as I pull the first trunk from the corner and start digging.
Inside, clothes are folded between thin tissue paper. Someone's hands carefully put them there - hands I'll never know. I lift out the first piece and shake it gently. It unfolds into a long piece of plaid wool. Dark green and bright green with white and faded red stripes. Han mentioned Galloway is a Scottish name. I hold the fabric up and turn it slowly in the dusty light from the window. A kilt. I might be holding an actual kilt that belonged to one of my ances
