Another.
Me and Evelyn on the porch, taken by Mrs. Alvarez. Evelyn laughing. Me looking at her with an expression I did not recognize at first.
On the back:
The first time I thought he might stay even if there were nothing to gain.
My vision blurred.
I kept going.
Inside the box were dozens of photographs, notes, receipts, small objects, memories I had not known she kept.
The receipt for my boots.
A folded napkin from the diner where we had eaten after my first carpentry exam.
A pencil I used to sketch my first table design.
The hospital bracelet from a minor surgery she had, with a note attached:
He held my hand the whole time and thought I was asleep.
A birthday card I had given her, simple and cheap, with three words written inside.
Thank you, Ev.
I barely remembered buying it.
She had kept it like treasure.
At the bottom of the box was an envelope.
Daniel, written across the front.
Mr. Alden said softly, “She asked that you read it privately, but she also said you may read it here if you wish.”
Caroline’s eyes were fixed on me.
I stood abruptly.
The chair scraped.
“I need a minute.”
