« He said you might start asking questions. »
« Daddy said we can’t look. »
Before I could ask another, Michael’s voice floated up the staircase.
« Ellie? Sweetheart? »
She scrambled past me without another word and hurried downstairs.
Inside, I caught only a glimpse.
Family photographs, recipe cards, unopened letters, and a little green notebook.
I told myself everyone deserved private memories.
Still, Ellie’s words lingered long after I’d shut the closet door.
Inside, I caught only a glimpse.
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