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Our wedding photographs.

Hospital bracelets from the day the girls were born.

The necklace she wore every anniversary.

I couldn’t bear to throw any of it away.

But I also couldn’t bear to look at it very often.

The lockbox stayed closed for years.

Until tonight.

The birthday party had finally ended.

Their friends had gone home.

The wrapping paper was piled continue reading …