…a scrapbook. It was worn and full of photos, drawings, and keepsakes from a time when life felt so much simpler. My heart skipped as she placed it on the table, her fingers brushing the cover affectionately as though comforting an old friend.
“I found this while cleaning a few months ago,” Sophie said softly, her eyes misting over slightly. “I thought you might want to see it.”
I sat back, taken aback by this gesture that was not part of my script. The scrapbook was like a time capsule of our happier days. Images of Noah as a baby, our wedding photos, snapshots from vacations, and even mundane moments captured in candid shots.
