My Dying Wife Asked Me to Find My First Love as Her Final Wish—When Claire Told Me Why, My Knees Nearly Gave Out

Receipts.

Then the bottom drawer.

A wooden box tied with faded ribbon.

My hands began shaking before I even opened it.

Inside was a yellowed letter.

And Margaret’s diary.

PART 14 — CLAIRE’S REAL LETTER

I recognized Claire’s handwriting immediately.

I had once received dozens of notes from her.

Silly ones.