Before bed, she tucked the items back into the envelope and slid it into her bag. She paused, hand resting on it, a strange blend of anticipation and fear fluttering in her chest. Whatever came next, she knew, her life was no longer on its old track.
She was ready to follow the trail, no matter where it led into the quiet corners of archives, the memories of strangers, or the long roads that crossed into another country. Somewhere out there, David’s story waited to be finished.