“And because I wanted you to have one last adventure with me. Everything in here is yours. Not because you earned it, though you did. But because you were the one who stayed. The one who saw me through the end. The one I trusted to understand this the most. You were always my wild one. My curious one. My heart. Love, Dad.”
Claire pressed the letter to her chest. She didn’t cry right away. She just sat there for a long time, in the silence of the cellar, surrounded by broken memories and newfound treasure, feeling her father’s love in every dusty corner.