We were at the bank before it opened the next morning.
I stood in front of safe deposit box #417, the key in my hand, my heart pounding so hard I thought it would burst out of my chest. Elena had hidden this. She had known. She had prepared. And she had trusted me to find it when the time came.
I unlocked the box.
Inside, there was a single envelope. Thick. Sealed. Written across the front in Elena’s beautiful handwriting: **To be opened
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