I reached behind the counter and brought out an old metal toolbox and the room became quieter as Ben stared at it immediately.
“That was Uncle Will’s.” Ben said as I nodded.
“It was.” I said.
He slowly reached toward it, but then stopped.
“Paige, I can’t take that.” He said.
“You can.” I said.
“But it belonged to him.” He said.
“It did, and that is exactly why I want you to have it.” I said.
I opened the lid, revealing the old tools Uncle Will had carefully maintained for years.
Ben stared at them, and his eyes became glassy again.
“He used these?” He asked.
“For years. He believed tools should be passed down to people who respected the work.” I said and Ben swallowed.
“I don’t know what to say.” He said.
“You don’t have to say anything.” I said and he touched the handle care
