Chapter Twenty Five

Monday morning after an extremely stressful nights rest, I dazedly stroll to my office and spot a flat box about the size of an a6 envelope sitting square in the middle of my desk.

My eyes well up.

I slowly pick up the box and swallow, "Aw, Kevin.", I wistfully chuckle. For such an awful Sunday, who would've thought Monday would start so well.

I smile and undo the ribbon, gently placing it down before lifting the lid.

A girlish giddiness vibrates my chest as I run my fingers over the beautiful pearl necklace sitting atop a plush cushion. Kevin is out for the morning, he's scheduled with external meetings until an hour past noon. One of those meetings likely mentioning my uncle's demise.

I close my eyes.

I don't know what to do. Uncle Will deserves to be put away. Dysfunctional people need to be reproved until they're functional. Discipline is necessary, and in his case? Very well deserved. I rub my forehead. But my dad... I glance to my manicured fingertips.

This would destroy him. Th