The envelope felt impossibly light in my hands, although it carried the weight of an entire lifetime. Everyone else remained in the underground vault while I quietly stepped into a small office that overlooked the old safety deposit room and the dusty window allowed only a narrow stream of afternoon sunlight to reach the wooden desk inside.
The room smelled of old paper and forgotten years. Drake followed me as far as the doorway before stopping.
"I'll stay here." Drake said and I looked back at him.
"You don't want to read it with me?" I asked.
He gave me the soft smile that somehow always reached his eyes.
"I do, but I think the first conversation between you and your mom should belong to the two of you." He said and emotion tightened my throat.
"Thank you." I said so he nodded.
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