Excerpt (pg. 23):
Normally, an envelope was an envelope but, the shiny gray texture of this one had caught Rebekah’s eye. The letter was posted from Scotland. Rebekah felt a shiver run down her spine. She carried the letter inside, picking up her letter opener from her desk, and opened the letter. The metal of the opener was cold; it reminded her of the key that hung on a chain around her neck. The same key that went to the trinket box that Madam Louisa had sold to her many years ago.
The envelope was open now, but still Rebekah didn’t look to see what was in it. She just looked the outside over closer; examining the post mark closer. It had been postmarked a month ago. It’s as if I’m afraid to open it she thought. Memories flashed through her mind one after the other, like a slide show or something. Marco at the corner where she had met him, the Dairy Queen where they ate, their wedding, the beer bottles, the garage and then Sam’s dad’s office, and the men who had taken Marco away. I signed the divorce papers and sent them with Mr. Bates, what more could they want of me now? He sure isn’t getting visitation rights to Ashland after all these years. It’s just been too long. I waited patiently for years for Marco to get out of Rehab; to ask if he could come back home. But, there’d never been one word, nothing! I let my heart harden against Marco, to cover the pain in my heart, but still it festers like a crusty scab over a still fresh wound, at the mention of his name.
Rebekah took a deep breath, and then she pulled out papers from the envelope. They were definitely from the McKay’s attorney. “Okay, let’s get this over with,” she said aloud. “I still have to get ready for supper with Tess and Sam. It only took a few minutes of reading before Rebekah let the letter fall to the floor. She sat with a blank look on her face, frozen in time. Marco is dead, her mind shouted, but why? How? She picked up the letter and read it once more. Maybe I missed something, she thought. Rebekah read the letter aloud this time and much slower. The sound of her voice; seemed to echo throughout the empty apartment. The letter quivered as she reread the letter. As she read her voice sounded young again, like the woman who was newly married so many years ago. Then she stopped the past coming back in a rush. Where are you taking him?” she’d asked. She cleared her throat, but still the words sounded frightened and weak, “I’m not that person anymore! I’m stronger now,” she spoke aloud. She read on:
Mrs. Rebekah McKay, as Ashland McKay’s mother, we are sad to inform you that Marco Craig McKay passed away on May 16th, 1985 at his home in Highlands, Scotland.Marco died at his home? He never wanted to go back to Scotland. He was supposed to be in New York.
The story of a young woman named Rebekah McKay, who receives a notice in the mail that her ex-husband has died a mysterious death in Scotland. Rebekah must go to Scotland for her daughter, Ashland. The trip turns into a journey Rebekah will never forget. Normally, people think that a trinket box holds jewelry. What’s inside this box will shock you beyond belief. The Trinket Box has comedy, horror, paranormal and yes of course a romance that brews between Rebekah and Michael Sanders, her lawyer.
Quote from Steven Dowell , author of The Legend of Souls Chapel: “When Author Katheryn Ragle, told me about her book "The Trinket Box" I gasped! I literally gasped! Then when she told me it was based on a true story, I was in SHOCK! You will never guess what is in that Trinket Box! It certainly is like no Trinket I have ever heard of!