The Box That Arrived Without Warning
Two weeks later, a large box appeared on our porch. It was addressed to Anna. There was no return label, no explanation.
She was upstairs with the baby when I brought it inside. I told myself I would simply move it out of the way. Curiosity took over. I opened it.
Inside was a framed photograph of her graduating class. Faces she had spoken about over the years. Friends she had grown up with. People whose lives had taken different paths.
Across the matting were signatures. Dozens of them. Each one personal. Each one intentional.
Taped to the back was a folded note.
