behind the largest bouquet.

A small wooden box.

Old.

Weathered.

Tied with a faded yellow ribbon.

The flowers shocked me.

The box frightened me.

I carried it inside and placed it on the kitchen table.

For several minutes, I just stared.

Then I whispered,

Part 2

Part 2

Daniel called forty-seven times before I landed.

His messages changed quickly.

First:

Stop being continue reading …