For days, I couldn’t bear to touch the box. But I had given her my word, and it was the last promise I could still keep for my daughter.
When I finally reached the address, an elderly man slowly opened the door. I told him who I was and spoke Emma’s name.
His expression changed. His trembling hands reached for the box.
The moment he lifted the lid, his face went completely white. Tears filled his eyes as he stared inside.
Then he looked at me and whispered, “So she kept her promise… even from you.”
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My heart began to pound. “What promise? What are you talking about? Please, tell me what my daughter was hiding from me.”
The old man looked at me with tears streaming down his cheeks. Inside the box lay a faded photograph, a little silver bracelet, and dozens of letters tied together with a blue ribbon.
