The Wooden Box
The next morning, I entered the lawyer’s office and found Russell’s children already waiting.
Marlene looked pleased with herself.
On the desk sat a small wooden box.
No one explained what was inside.
Following Russell’s instructions, the attorney pushed the box toward me.
“This is for you.”
Inside were only two items.
A photograph.
And a letter.
The photograph showed me working at the charity gala where Russell and I first met.
I stared at it in shock.
I didn’t even know anyone had taken that picture.
Then I unfolded the letter.
The moment I recognized Russell’s handwriting, tears filled my eyes.
