Lost Me Gained Regret

Zoe had just finished preparing a hearty dinner as we walked through the door. It was a feast for the senses, the kind of meal that makes your mouth water the moment you lay eyes on it. Knowing that Ramona was joining us, Zoe went the extra mile and whipped up a special chicken noodle soup, renowned for its restorative powers. It was a delightful meal that we all enjoyed immensely.

However, I couldn't shake off the feeling that Ramona was burdened with worries. She kept serving me more food, as if she was trying to shower me with all the love she could muster.

Later in the evening, Ramona urged my brother, Gregory, to take his shower first, sensing that she wanted a private moment with me. Gregory, perceptive as always, complied without a fuss. "Jane, come with me," Ramona said, as Zoe busied herself with tidying up the dining area.

I followed Ramona into her room, my heart pounding with anticipation. I was sure she had something significant to share. "Ramona, you..." I began, but was cut short.

"Keep this safe," she said, handing me an old leather pouch that she pulled out from her bag.

Panic surged through me. "Ramona, I can't accept this!"

But she just smiled, a look of relief washing over her face. "Guess what it is?"

"Pearl and the others asked me if

want

I want is for you to be

of the Myers family didn't hold much allure. My connection to them was tenuous at best, except for Ramona. I had no interest in the

melancholic. "You take after your mother. The Myers family didn't deserve her. Your father

my gaze.

defend him. Instead, she nodded emphatically. "Right, you are. That's why I want to make things

the

advantage. The Myers' legacy was built by your ancestors, safeguarded by your grandfather.

clutched the pouch tightly.

deed of gift. It becomes effective the

"Ramona..."