my name.

My hands trembled.

“What is this?”

Liam smiled.

“Something he wanted you to have.”

Then he added softly:

“And something he wanted you to understand.”

The Contents of the Box

I sat on a nearby bench and slowly lifted the lid.

Inside were dozens of envelopes.

Photographs.

Letters.

Newspaper clippings.

And a journal.

I opened the first envelope.

It contained continue reading …