handwriting on the lid, I froze.
For my family. Open on their first birthday.
Daniel.
Carol placed the box on the table.
“He gave this to me the week he stopped driving,” she said. “He made me promise not to give it to you early.”
I reached for the latch.
Carol stopped me.
“Bianca, sit down first.”
Her expression frightened me.
“What is this?”
She lowered herself into a chair.
Then she told me the truth.
Daniel had known he was seriously ill.
The papers I had seen in his
