* »Store whatever you want in my basement, »* she said. * »It’ll be safe there until you’re ready. »*
I wasn’t thrilled, but we had little choice.
Among the boxes we carried downstairs was one I labeled ** »DO NOT OPEN. »**
Inside were the keepsakes from my wedding.
Not expensive things.
Irreplaceable things.
My grandmother’s lace wedding gown.
The pearl veil my mother had worn.