Clara looked down at the box, her voice breaking as she delivered the final, devastating truth.
She told me she was bringing it back because she was dying, and she needed to clear her conscience before the end.
Before I could respond, David walked around the corner of the house, holding a pair of gardening shears.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the young woman standing on our porch.
His eyes narrowed, recognizing the family resemblance to the man who had tried to ruin us.
He asked her who she was and why she was trespassing on our land.
Clara turned to face him, her posture straightening despite her obvious physical weakness.
She introduced herself as Arthur Pendelton’s daughter, and handed him the heavy metal box.
David did not take it, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought his teeth might shatter.
He told her that Arthur was a thief and a liar, and that he wanted nothing to do with his blood.
Clara nodded slowly, accepting his hatred with a quiet, heartbreaking grace.
She told him that she was not asking for his forgiveness, because she knew she did not deserve it.
She said she only wanted to give him the deed, and to ask for one single, final favor.
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