At my grandfather’s funeral, a stranger handed me a note—what I discovered in his hidden basement drawer left me completely speechless.

But it was the most beautiful dress I had ever seen.

Whenever we thanked him, he would simply smile.

“That’s what family does.”

Sometimes I asked questions about Mom and Dad.

Why had they gone to the cottage that day? Why had the kitchen caught fire? Why hadn’t they been able to get out?

Each time, Grandpa’s eyes would fill with tears.

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