Its edges had yellowed with age. Someone had folded and unfolded it many times.

Sarah looked back at Ethan. “Did your mother put this here?”

He nodded. “She told me never to read it.”

Michael looked surprised. “You’ve never opened it?”

Ethan slowly shook his head. “She said it wasn’t for me.”

Sarah unfolded the paper with extraordinary care.

The handwriting was elegant. Steady. Confident.