I was doing laundry and noticed Jake’s overnight bag on the floor, half-zipped. A pair of socks had spilled out, and when I bent down to shove them back in, I noticed something odd underneath: a little wooden box.
Inside were a few strange items. A photo of our family from a beach trip last summer—one I didn’t recall Jake being in. An old school portrait of Lily, probably from sixth grade. And a wrinkled, handmade card Lily had drawn years ago for her dad that said, “To the best daddy in the world.”
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