Inside was a single piece of paper, folded neatly in thirds. Her hands trembled as she unfolded it, revealing a letter written in her husband’s unmistakable script. The handwriting was familiar, each loop and line carrying echoes of their shared years. She could almost hear his voice, gentle and steady, as she read the words meant only for her.
“My dearest Eleanor,” it began. “If you are reading this, it means I am no longer by your side, but know that my love and gratitude for you transcend this life. You were the heart of everything I achieved, though I seldom said it out loud. I am sorry for that.”
Tears blurred her vision. Eleanor wiped them away, forcing herself to focus on the words that followed.
