My chest tightened.
« Why didn’t she give it to me herself? »
Raven hesitated.
« Maybe because she knew you’d put it somewhere safe and avoid finding out. »
That hit harder than it should have.
« You don’t know me. »
« Why didn’t she give it to me herself? »
« No, » she said. « But Doris did. »
For one ugly second, grief turned into anger.
« Why did my mother trust you with this? »