Underneath it was the address to a small storage unit a few miles from our apartment.
I looked up, confused and struggling to breathe.
“I don’t understand…”
Ms. Holloway lowered her voice as she handed me a small key.
“Lily asked me to keep this safe. She said you would understand when you saw what was inside.”
I nodded slowly, but nothing made sense.
The storage facility sat wedged between a laundromat and an abandoned hardware store. I’d driven past it countless times without ever paying attention to it. My hands shook again as I unlocked the unit.
The metal door rattled upward.
At first glance, it looked empty. Then my eyes adjusted, and I noticed rows of boxes stacked neatly against the back wall.
Every single one had my name written across the front.
