Her children, sensing her loneliness, came often to help. One warm summer afternoon, they gathered together to sort through his belongings. It was a bittersweet task: opening drawers, lifting lids, touching objects that carried the weight of decades.
There were letters written in his careful handwriting. Photographs tucked into albums, smiling faces from years gone by. Small trinkets collected from trips, evidence of the many places they had explored together.
The Discovery
It was an old wooden box, tucked deep in the back of a drawer. Its edges were worn, its hinges slightly rusted, as if it had been hiding for years.
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