Chapter 292

Facing Howard's desperate pleas, my mother set down her yarn and crochet hook. Slowly, she stood and retrieved the large glass jar from the table.

"Darling, what are you doing?" Howard asked, his voice tinged with confusion.

My mother looked at him, her voice calm, almost detached. "Every time you disappointed me in the past, I would put a coin in this jar. I told myself that if this jar ever fill