I stood there, heart racing, as I flipped through the dusty pages of his journals at that estate sale. The scratchy handwriting felt like a ghost reaching out. “You never knew how much I loved you,” one line screamed at me. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, an odd mixture of warmth and shame. But that’s when I found it: a photo of us tucked neatly between the pages. Everything shifted in that moment.
The estate sale was supposed to be just a Saturday distraction. I had no intention of finding anything…