Chapter 17 - The LetterOn Lily's eighteenth birthday, Daniel gave her a small wooden box.
Inside were copies of the evidence from that first night.
The photographs.
The timeline.
The old phone records.
The court documents.
He hesitated.
“You don't have to open it.”
Lily touched the box.
“I think I'm ready.”
She looked through everything.
Then she closed the lid.
“I don't want to carry this anymore.”
Daniel nodded.
“Then don't.”
She handed the box back.
“No.”
She pushed it toward him.
“You keep it.”
He understood.
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Some memories belonged in history.
Not in the future.
