My eyes fell on the dark blue box I'd never touched. I'd thrown it under the car seat four years ago, and Erick had picked it up and placed it on the bookshelf.

Suddenly, I felt compelled to read Fiona's letters to me four years ago. What was she trying to tell me?

I hadn't expected there to be more than ten letters in the box. All of them were intact and sealed.

I poured the letters onto the table and picked one at random. Each letter was dated, but I hadn't bothered to sort them by ...