Then I found Grace crying in the laundry room with her face pressed against one of David’s shirts. I begged her to tell me the truth, but she said she had made him a promise.
Three days later, David went to the hospital and never returned.
At the funeral, Grace stood beside my children. When people asked who she was, I said she was family, though I still did not know whether that was true.
Part 2: The Box
The night after the funeral, I lay awake counting every question David had left behind.
Near midnight, Grace appeared holding a wooden box.
“He told me to wait until the day after,” she said.
I asked her to leave it until morning, but she refused.
“I have spent my whole life as a secret. I cannot wait anymore.”
She sat beside me and placed the box between us. Inside were old letters and faded photographs. The first picture showed David’s father beside a young woman I had never seen.
