He sat by the living room window for hours, staring into the darkness.
Shortly after three in the morning, I heard soft steps in the kitchen.
Lucy appeared with a small bag of purple cloth glued to her chest. “Grandfather,” he whispered.
I put aside my coffee, which I hadn’t touched yet.
What’s the matter, honey?
His eyes were filled with fear.
“Mom didn’t die just because she was sick.
I stared at her.
“What do you mean?
Lucy left the bag on the table and untied the rope.
There were three things inside:
An old phone.
A worn-out notebook.
A small USB memory.
“Mom told us that if anything happened to her, we had to give them to someone who still wanted her.
