My mother inherited the house from my brother, and I inherited an old mason jar full of buttons – When I accidentally dropped it on the floor and it broke, I froze when I discovered what was hidden inside…

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He simply continued, “And to my daughter, Elena, who was my hand and my heart…”

My chest tightened.

I straightened up.

“I leave you my old sewing kit, including the sewing machine and the glass lampshade that was on the mantelpiece, and all its contents.”

“And to my daughter, Elena…”

Mark it.

“Are you kidding?”

Thomas shook his head.

That was it.

My brother bought a house worth over six hundred thousand dollars, and I bought a sewing machine and a dusty glass button.

“Wow,” Mark said, shaking his head.

“I think you’ve always loved creative things.”

I didn’t say anything.

“Are you kidding? Is that all?”

Outside, Mark jingled his keys.

“I’m putting the house up for sale on Monday. Can we help you pack your stuff into your car?”

“My belongings?”

“Yes. Your creative stuff.”

I was too exhausted to argue with him.

I took the sewing machine, the kit, and the button glass and drove home alone.

Mark jingled his keys.

That evening I sat on the floor of my apartment with the glass in my lap.

“I don’t understand,” I whispered.

“I was there.”

I was shaken by the realization that the one I loved most had hurt me.

I cried so much that my hands were shaking.

Then, when I suddenly stood up to grab a tissue and put the bottle on the shelf, it slipped out of my hand.

The glass is broken.

“I don’t understand.”

The buttons were scattered on the floor, under the sofa, and on the baseboards.

I heard a shaky laugh.

“Perfect. This is exactly what I need right now.”

Then, as I picked up the scattered buttons, I noticed something strange.

One button was harder than the others.

It’s not made of plastic.

It was wrapped with tape.

My heart was beating fast as I pulled the tape off with trembling fingers.

One button was harder than the others.

Inside was a small, folded note.

My heart stopped from the first line.

“My girlfriend, Elena. I know this sounds like betrayal, but hear me out.”

My knees have given up.

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