I Babysat My Neighbor’s Daughter Every Weekend Until She Moved Away – 20 Years Later, Someone Left a Sealed Package on My Doorstep

with dark blue wax.

Inside was an old metal tin.

On top lay a faded green-and-pink friendship bracelet.

My hands began to shake.

Beneath it was a Polaroid of Sophie and me sitting on my porch. She was missing one front tooth, and I had flour on my face.

Under the photograph was a thick envelope.

Across the front, in shaky handwriting, were six words.

“Only continue reading …