POV: Sienna

I never expected the truth to come to me in something as ordinary as a cardboard box. But sometimes the past hides in plain sight, waiting for the right moment to be unearthed.

It started on a rainy afternoon. Rhett had gone out to buy groceries, and I decided to clean the corner of the apartment we jokingly called the graveyard—a stack of old files, unopened mail, and boxes of things we’d taken from my father’s house after everything fell apart. Most of it was junk. I’d ...