Chapter 12: The Attic Box

Gwen led us up to the attic.

It was warm and smelled like dust, old wood, and paper that had waited too long to be read.

She knelt beside a storage bin and lifted the lid.

There they were.

Letters.

Stacks of them.

Birthday cards.

Returned envelopes with my name written in Andrew’s handwriting.

My legs gave out, and I sank onto the attic floor.

Leo dropped beside me.

Gwen handed me the first envelope with both hands, like it was something fragile and holy.

“Start there,” she said.

I opened it.

“Heather,

I know this looks bad. Please don’t believe I left you. I’m trying to come back. I promise.

— A.”

The air left my lungs.

“Mom?” Leo whispered.

I couldn’t answer.

I grabbed another letter. Continue Reading ⬇️