I popped the trunk of my sedan and shoved my heavy military duffel into the far left corner to clear space.

The forty-three airmail letters sat on top of my navy coat inside the open suitcase, bound in four neat stacks with the light blue silk ribbon Clare had untied from her bridal bouquet.

Clare stood beside the rear bumper, holding her silver high heels in her right hand by their thin ankle straps.

“The green steel desk in his Main Street office,” Clare said softly.

“The bottom drawer on the right side,” David said, sliding the white garment bag flat across the wide back seat of his station wagon.