But beneath those everyday items lay several sealed envelopes addressed to me, none of which I had ever seen before.

I picked up the first envelope and tore it open with trembling hands.

Inside was a copy of our mortgage agreement, along with a handwritten list of private bank accounts and safe deposit box codes.

The second envelope held clear photographs of the mountain road and the cabin trail.

The third held a handwritten letter several pages long.

I recognized Brandon’s handwriting before I even read the first word.

“Hannah, I am so deeply sorry.