Inside the safety deposit box, Rachel found a single, manila envelope marked with her name. Her hands trembled as she lifted it, the weight of anticipation and dread almost overwhelming. She took a deep breath and opened the envelope, revealing a stack of handwritten letters and a small, leather-bound journal.
The letters were dated, meticulously arranged over the years they had been married. With each letter she read, the narrative of their life together began to shift in profound and unexpected ways. Daniel’s words leapt off the pages, raw and unguarded, as if he were speaking to her from beyond the grave.
