Chapter 3

I already knew what was inside. Last year, during the big clean-up, I found an old key in the storage room and tried it on every lock.

That drawer was full of Emily's things: faded movie ticket stubs, dried rose petals, a thick stack of handwritten letters, and a photo album.

On the first page of the album, Lucas wrote when he was eighteen: [Emily, forever.]

The handwriting was childish, but it was unforgettable, carved deep into my heart.

I put the key back where I found it, pretending I hadn't seen a thing. I thought that if I kept…