He held out the dish.
“Beef stew. Figured you’d be hungry after the drive.”
I hesitated, then took it.
“You knew my dad?”
Jack nodded.
“Knew him well enough. He came up here a week before he passed. Spent three days organizing things.
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Told me his daughter might show up one day looking like the world had turned on her. Said I should remind you that sometimes the most valuable treasures are hidden in unexpected places. His words, not mine.”
My throat tightened.
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“He really said that?”
“Clear as day,” Jack replied. “Oh, and he said you should check under the kitchen floorboard when you’re ready.”
He tipped his cap and started down the steps before I could ask another question.
I shut the door, the stew heavy in my hands, and stood there in silence. Dad had known this was coming. He’d prepared for it. And now here I was, holding his message like some coded mission brief.
