Where did you get that ring

against my neck, and the notebook still had pages left.

So I kept reading.

Some entries were just drawings. A closed door. A plate with nothing on it. A baby crying in a crib. A woman with sharp teeth.

Then came the page that turned my grief into something colder.

Aunt Kate says when we’re gone, she gets the money because Daddy is too busy to notice.

I continue reading …