Elena pushed the box toward her.
“He wanted you to have this.”
Clara opened it.
Inside was a necklace.
A photograph.
And one final letter.
She unfolded it.
The first line read:
Dear Clara,
If you’ve made it this far, then Mom kept her promise.
Clara laughed through her tears.
I couldn’t.
I was already crying.
The letter continued.
I don’t know what kind of woman you’ll become.
I don’t know what you’ll love.
I don’t know what you’ll fear.
I don’t know whether you’ll remember my voice.
But I hope you remember this:
Your life was never a debt you had to repay.
You don’t owe the world greatness because I died.
You don’t have to become a doctor.
You don’t have to save everyone.
You don’t have to spend your life proving that my choice was worth it.
