unlocked the chest.
As the lid creaked open, I froze.
Inside the Box
Inside lay a thick, leather-bound journal, a stack of medical documents dating back eleven years, and a sealed envelope with my name written on it in Clara’s erratic, shaky handwriting.
My heart hammered against my ribs
If you are reading this, I am dead, and you finally know the truth. I never expected you to forgive me, but I need you to know why.
Eleven years ago, I was diagnosed with a rare genetic
