was about to walk into a room and see the person I had once believed would always be part of my life.
I finally opened the door.
Jeffrey lay in the hospital bed.
He was thinner than I remembered.
His hair was white now, and time had changed almost every feature of his face.
But somehow, he was still unmistakably Jeffrey.
His eyes found mine immediately.
“Ruthie.”
My throat tightened.
Then I noticed something sitting on the chair beside his bed.
A wooden box.
The second I recognized it, I
