It was raining when I saw the box on my porch.
At first I thought it was a delivery mistake. My husband, Daniel, said he had not ordered anything. Neither had I. There was no label. No sender.
Inside was a small pink backpack covered in faded silver stars.
I opened it.
Inside was a small pink backpack covered in faded silver stars.
It was Caroline’s.
I carried it inside like it might fall apart in my hands. Daniel kept asking what it was, but I could not answer. I unzipped it and found an envelope, one folded page, and nothing else.
The first line made my throat close.