“I thought I had moved this years ago,” he said quietly.
Larissa’s voice trembled.
“When I opened the closet, the box fell. The lid came off and everything spilled out.”
She looked down at the letters.
“They’re all from your wife.”
My mother.
The room went silent.
For a long moment, my father didn’t move.
Then he slowly picked up one of the envelopes.
His fingers trembled as he turned it over.