My wife died suddenly, leaving me with four children—after the funeral, my mother-in-law gave me a sealed box that revealed a message my wife left behind for me.

into my lap before sunrise. “Daddy, are you going to get sick too?”

The funeral passed in fragments.

“No, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Jeremy padded in behind her, dragging the blanket Sarah had stitched his name onto.

He did not speak.

He just climbed up and pressed his cheek against my chest.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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