One Night Stand With My Ex's Uncle

I will find you, I promised silently again as my car pulled up to Goldenleaf Manor. My body still ached pleasantly from the night’s activities.

"Ms. Shaw." Harrison, our elderly butler, met me at the door with an expectant look. "The auction house delivered your purchases while you were out. Would you like to verify them now?"

I suppressed a groan. The last thing I wanted was paperwork, but it had to be done. "Fine. Where are they?"

"In the study, ma’am. The sapphire bracelet for Margaret and..." he hesitated, "the wooden rabbit carving."

I had almost forgotten about that impulsive purchase. Following Harrison into the study, I saw both items carefully arranged on my desk.

The sapphire bracelet sparkled magnificently in its box, but my attention was drawn to the small wooden figure beside it.

Something about the rabbit’s pose head tilted slightly, ears pulled back tugged at my memory. I picked it up, running my fingers over the smooth curves of the wood. The craftsmanship was impressive, each detail lovingly carved.

"My goodness," Harrison breathed, eyes wide. "I can’t believe it survived all these years."

I looked up sharply. "What do you mean?"

"That rabbit, Ms. Shaw. You carved it yourself when you were fifteen." His voice held a note of wonder.

I stared at the carving in my hands, struggling to process his words. I made this? The memory felt just out of reach, like trying to recall a dream upon waking.

Harrison returned carrying a photo album. He opened it carefully, fingers trembling slightly as he turned the pages. "Here."