Janey stepped next to Tessa and looked into the trunk again. She was absolutely right. The bottom of the trunk had been removed, and the hose Tessa held in her hands had fresh dirt on it. Only a few items remained in the trunk, and Janey pulled a metal watering can from the side.
A cigar box fell down without the support of the watering can, and Tessa sucked in a breath. Janey did too, dropping the watering can on the cement at her feet. She flinched with the noise, but she’d already started reaching for the wooden cigar box that was about the size of a shoe box.
She lifted it out and stared at the top of it. CLARKE had been carved into the lid, and she lifted her eyes to Tessa’s. “Daddy carved this.”
“Looks like it,” her sister said without moving her lips.
Janey lifted the lid, which
