The hospital bracelet from a minor surgery she had, with a note attached:
He held my hand the whole time and thought I was asleep.
A birthday card I had given her, simple and cheap, with three words written inside.
Thank you, Ev.
I barely remembered buying it.
She had kept it like treasure.
At the bottom of the box was an envelope.
Daniel, written across the front.
Mr. Alden said softly, “She asked that you read it privately, but she also said you may read it here if you wish.”
Caroline’s eyes were fixed on me.
I stood abruptly.
The chair scraped.
“I need a minute.”
No one stopped me.
I took the box into the hallway and sat on a wooden bench beneath a painting of a lighthouse. My hands were shaking so badly I almost tore the envelope opening it.
Inside was a letter.
My dear Daniel,
