Chapter 39

Valeria

Grimm and I stand side by side, staring at the two boxes laid out on my bed.

“How is it that we have the same box?” he asks, disbelief flickering in his voice.

“You said your mother gave it to you, and it was from your father?” I press.

“Yeah. Was it the same with you?”

I shake my head. “No. I stole mine from my mother’s room. I’ve never been able to open it.”

“Me either,” he says. “There isn’t even a seam that indicates you can open it. It’s completely silver and sealed.”

“They