“My Dearest Rebecca, Although we cannot be together now, please know my heart will forever...”
Someone was coming up the attic stairs. I jammed the ribbon-tied stack of letters back inside the hole in the wall and scurried over to the cardboard boxes.
It was Mother.
“How are you coming along with those clothes?” she asked. “Find anything interesting?”
“Interesting? Why yes, Reeeeebecca. I sure did,” I thought to myself.
Mother and Father had been married for seventeen years. Why did she have those letters and who was Damian?
...and why was the last one postmarked only a week ago?