Some were sealed. Others had been opened and resealed. One had a dried teabag tucked inside, along with a single sentence written in blue ink: “You liked this kind. I kept it on the shelf even when you stopped visiting.” She turned the envelopes over in her hands, heart pounding, unsure where to start. Eventually, she opened the one labeled “After I’m Gone.”
It wasn’t long.“I know you’ll be angry. Maybe I deserve that. Maybe I don’t. But I couldn’t leave anything out in the open, not with how they treated you. Especially Michael. He would’ve torn through everything and sold it off within days. This house would’ve been gone by now.”