Though our marriage had ended, this discovery brought a sense of closure. It was a reminder that love can be complex and imperfect, and sometimes, it exists even when it is not visible. I gently placed the letters back in the box, knowing now that both Héctor and I had been victims of unspoken fears and unshed tears. In that moment, I forgave him and, more importantly, forgave myself. As I laid the pillow back down, I realized that it was time to let go, to move forward into a future no longer haunted by the shadows of the past.