I stepped forward and hugged her.
Inside, she led us upstairs without wasting time.
“The box is in the attic,” she said.
The space was warm, filled with the faint scent of old paper and dust. She knelt beside a storage bin and lifted the lid.
Inside were stacks of letters.
Envelopes with my name written in Jordan’s handwriting.
My knees gave out, and I sat on the floor.
Liam dropped down beside me.
“Start there,” Lydia said gently, handing me the first letter.
My hands trembled as I opened it.
Chloe,
