(Lena)
I started where I'd left off.
After putting the groceries away and sorting through the things I'd bought for the guest room I went straight back upstairs. The blue sheets were already on the bed and most of the boxes had been moved or sorted. What remained was the last stack pushed against the far wall that I'd been circling around all day because I already knew from the weight and the handwriting on the outside that they were Brad's.
I pulled the first one open.
Old work files mostly. Nothing worth keeping. I set it aside for the bin and moved to the next one.
This one was heavier.
I lifted the top off and found books, a few old cables, and underneath all of it a small wooden box I didn't recognize. It wasn't mine. I would have remembered it.
I opened it.
Inside was a folde
