For a moment, I thought I misheard.
But then he placed it in front of me—the same old metal lunchbox Grandpa carried every day.
The room went silent.
Then someone laughed.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Jake said.
Jessica shook her head.
“That’s it?”
I didn’t respond.
I picked it up and walked out.
I ended up at the park Grandpa used to take me to.
Angry. Hurt. Confused.
“Why?” I whispered.
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