“The cartridge doesn’t just cut paper. It cuts time. Your mother used it before she passed. She paid me to keep it safe until you were ready. One more thing—try cutting at midnight. And use the black cardstock.”
She stopped breathing.
Eleanor looked at the clock. 11:58 PM. With trembling hands, she fed black cardstock into the machine. At the stroke of twelve, she selected “Echo” again. sizzix eclips cartridges