The Safety Deposit Box

First National Bank was all marble floors and hushed voices, the kind of place that made Luke feel like he should be wearing a suit instead of his usual hoodie-and-jeans combo. The clerk at the desk eyed him skeptically when he handed over the key and his ID.

"Ellis…" She tapped at her computer. "Ah. Box 214. Right this way."

She led him to a back room lined with metal drawers, each labeled with a numbered brass plate. Box 214 was midway up, unremarkable except for the faint layer of dust on its handle.

Luke's hands shook as he turned the key.

Inside was a stack of papers and a small velvet box.

He reached for the papers first.

Life insurance policy—his name in bold at the top.

College fund statements—enough to cover four years at state school, plus some.

Deed to a 2004 Honda Civic"So you don't have to borrow Daniel's shitty car," read a sticky note in Lila's handwriting.

And at the bottom, an envelope labeled For When You Need It.

Luke set it aside and picked up the velvet box.

Inside was a watch. Simple, silver, the face slightly scratched. He recognized it immediately—their dad's. The one thing Lila had kept when he left.

She'd hated that watch.

"Why do you keep it?" Luke had asked once, when he was twelve.

"So I remember," she'd said, snapping the box shut. "Not all memories are good, kid."

And yet—she'd left it for him.

Luke swallowed hard and reached for the last envelope.

This one wasn't sealed.

Inside was a photo—Lila at maybe sixteen, holding a baby Luke in one arm and flipping off the camera with the other. On the back, in fresh ink (Daniel's handwriting?):

She'd want you to have the good memories too.

Luke pressed the photo to his chest and didn't try to stop the tears.