as I broke the seal. Inside was a neatly folded note and a small, tarnished silver key.
My dear, If you’re reading this, then I’ve finally gone where I can rest. I want you to know something I didn’t say often enough: you gave me back my life. Twelve years ago, I lost my husband. Ten years ago, I lost my son—not to death, but to distance. And then, continue reading …
