I stared at the paper on the table, completely unsure what to do with it.

An hour had passed since I'd come home, but the drive back had been a battle. Should I open it or just shred it and move on?

In the entire ride, the letter felt like it was burning a hole in my purse, refusing to let me forget it. And now, still frozen, I stared at it.

A part of me was curious, wondering what his final words could possibly be. But the other part of me wanted ...