Chapter 2: The Notebook
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Noah held up a small notebook.
The cover was worn, the pages thick with handwriting.
He opened it to the first page and read out loud, in his clear ten-year-old voice:
"October 3rd.
Grandma asked for a glass of water.
Aunt Rachel said ten dollars or nothing.
Grandma paid."
The table didn't move.
He turned the page.
"October 7th.
Grandma dropped her cardigan in the hall.
Aunt Rachel said ten dollars.
Grandma went to get her purse."
He kept reading.
Date after date.
Page after page.
Rachel's chair scraped back.
"That is private — you had no right—"
"I wrote it," Noah said quietly.
"I watched.
Every time."
My mother had her hand over her mouth.
One of my aunts said, very slowly, "Rachel…
how much did you take from her?"
Rachel looked around the table.
For the first time all evening, she had nothing to say.
Then my uncle leaned forward and picked up one of the coins from the scattered pile.
"These are old coins," he said.
He turned to my mother.
"Margaret…
are these from the tin you kept in your bedroom?"
Mom's face went still.
"I thought I'd lost them," she whispered.
"I thought I'd just…
misplaced them."
The room went cold.
Rachel pushed back her chair and stood up.
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