After hanging up, Aria sat very still, with Emma still nursing peacefully, and her mind racing.
A box, from her mother. The mother she barely remembered, who'd died when Aria was only four years old.
"What's wrong?" Damien asked, coming into the room and immediately sensing her distress.
"They found something at my old house. A box my mother left for me. It seems my father buried it under my favorite tree."
Understanding dawned on Damien's face. "Do you want me to come with you?"
"Yes. Please."Aria said nervously.
That afternoon, they drove to Brooklyn with Emma sleeping in her car seat. The house looked different in the rain. It was softer somehow, and less haunted by memories of Victoria.
Rachel greeted them warmly, ushering them inside and pointing to a metal box on the coffee ta
