Chapter 2: She Never Knew Either
I sat down at my kitchen table and stared at the box for a long time before I could bring myself to touch it.
It was heavier than it looked.
The latch was stiff, like it hadn't been opened in years.
Inside, I found a folded letter sitting on top of a stack of old photographs.
I recognized Adriel's handwriting immediately — slow, careful, the way he did everything.
*"If you're reading this, then I've already gone.
I want you to know that those Sunday mornings meant more to me than you'll ever understand.
But there's something I should have told you a long time ago."*
My hands were shaking before I reached the second paragraph.
Beneath the letter were photographs — dozens of them.
A young woman.
A little girl.
A house I didn't recognize.
And then one photo stopped me cold.
It was Adriel, much younger, standing in front of my house.
Not a house that looked like mine.
My house.
The same porch.
The same front window.
I turned it over.
On the back, in that same careful handwriting, were four words.
*"She never knew either."*
I didn't understand.
I sat there reading that line over and over.
Who was "she"?
What didn't she know?
And why had Adriel been standing in front of my house — decades before I ever moved in?
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