Inside the box was my husband\u2019s watch.<\/p>\n
Wren had given it to Odette, Margot\u2019s mother, on the same day she delivered the dress. Along with it, she had included a note: This is worth something. Please use it for whatever Margot needs.<\/p>\n
My husband had worn that watch every day for eleven years. When we sorted through his belongings, it was the one thing Wren had asked to keep. I had not searched for it in months, assuming it was safely tucked away in her room, where grief had placed so many things we rarely questioned.<\/p>\n
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Now I learned she had given it away for a girl she barely knew. Odette explained the rest while we stood on the porch, Margot beside her in a blue cardigan. Wren had noticed far more than I realized. She knew Margot\u2019s school lunch account ran empty on Tuesdays, when Odette\u2019s paycheck had not yet cleared. She knew Margot walked home alone because she was ashamed of where she lived. For months, my daughter had quietly helped her without telling anyone, not even me. Then Odette explained why Wren had come home with swollen eyes after the concert. Click continue reading below<\/p>\n
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