Caleb held onto me, steadying me as I managed a shaky step forward.

We approached the door just as someone walked out, clutching a small black box in their arms. Their face was carved with grief, and I froze in place. My breath hitched in my throat.

My eyes locked onto that box.

Caleb's hand tightened around mine, grounding me, keeping me together when I was on the verge of crumbling. He gently guided me inside.

And that’s when I saw ...