Chapter Twenty Three
Amara’s mother still had three storage units full of things nobody had gotten around to sorting since her father died, boxes labeled in his own careful handwriting, stacked inside a climate-controlled facility on the edge of town that Amara hadn’t set foot in over a year.
“You want to go through Dad’s old work files?” her mother asked over the phone, confusion clear even through a bad connection. “Why now, after all this time?”
“It is complicated, Mom. I will explain when I see you.” Amara wasn’t ready to explain the actual reason, not over the phone, not until she understood it better herself. “Do you still have the access code for unit two? I think that is the one with his old office boxes.”
“Somewhere. Give me a minute to find it.”
Rafael drove her out there Sa
