Chapter 38 THE THING SHE CARRIES

(Zuri POV)

I had carried the box for years.

I had never opened it.

Not properly.

Not once.

It was small enough to fit inside my palm, wrapped in an old piece of black cloth my mother had given me the night I ran.

For years, I had thought it was nothing more than a keepsake.

A reminder.

Somet...