My hands started trembling.
“That was fifty-five years ago.”
“I know.”
“How could he have prepared something for me fifty-five years ago?”
Richard’s face changed.
“That,” he said quietly, “is what you’re about to find out.”
He slid a small key across the table.
I put it into the brass lock.
Before I turned it, Richard suddenly grabbed my wrist.
“Wait.”
I looked at him.
He seemed genuinely frightened now.
“There is something else you should know before you open that box.”
“What?”
Richard swallowed.
“Thomas knew you would eventually come back to this town.”
I stared at him.
“That’s impossible.”
Richard slowly shook his head.
“No, Mrs. Bennett.”
Then he looked at the box.
“According to the documents Thomas left with me, your reunion at that hospital may not have been an accident at all.”
My blood ran cold.
I opened the box.
There were dozens of letters inside.
Photographs.
Legal documents.
And beneath them was a folder with my full name printed across the front.
I opened it.
The first page contained information about me that Thomas should never have known.
Addresses where I had lived.
Places I had worked.
The date of my divorce.
Even the year I had decided to return home.
Then I reached the final line.
And suddenly I couldn’t breathe.
Because Thomas had written one sentence beside my name:
“When she finally comes back, everything begins.”
And underneath it was another instruction.
One that made me drop the entire folder onto the floor. 
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