Everyone looked at Caroline.
She stared at the table.
For a moment, I thought she would refuse.
I would not have blamed her.
Then she said, “Twelve months. You pay utilities for the space. You do not enter the house unless invited. You do not remove anything that belonged to her without asking me.”
I nodded quickly.
“Yes. Of course.”
Her voice shook.
“And if I ever find out you sold one thing from that box, I will make sure everyone knows exactly what you were.”
I held the box tighter.
“I would sleep in the street before I sold it.”
She looked at me then.
Maybe she believed me.
Maybe she did not.
But she nodded once.
The next twelve months were the hardest of my life.
Not because I lost Evelyn’s money.
Because I had to live without her kindness while trying to prove it had not been wasted.
