L. M. My knees weakened. “Sophie… who gave you this?” She frowned at me.
“Our new cleaning lady, Grandma. I just told you.” My hands started trembling.
Then Sophie suddenly remembered something. “Oh! She said if you recognized it, I should tell you to check inside.”
I stared at her. “Inside where?” Sophie pointed to a tiny seam beneath the sunflower.
I had never noticed it before. Carefully, I pulled the fabric apart. There was a hidden pocket sewn into the sweater.
I reached inside. My fingertips touched something hard. Something small.
I pulled it out. And the second I saw it, a cry escaped my throat. “Grandma, what is it?”
I couldn’t answer. Because I had seen that object only once before. In my father’s hands…
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