“For Elena. Only if you truly need it.”
I remembered the night he gave it to me.
It was two months before he died.
Cancer had taken most of his strength, but his mind remained sharp as ever.
“Elena,” he said quietly from his hospital bed, “I need you to promise something.”
“Anything,” I replied.
“If one day you’re alone… and someone tries to take what belongs to you… open this.”
He placed the envelope in my hands.
“What is it?” I asked.
“A safeguard,” he said simply.