And then, at the bottom of the box, I found a letter addressed to me and my husband. With trembling hands, I opened it.

“Dear Mom and Dad, I’m sorry I couldn’t be stronger. Please don’t blame yourselves. I love you both so much. I’ve left these behind so you can understand a part of me I couldn’t show when I was with you. Please forgive me.”

The letter was like a dagger to my heart. I clutched it to my chest, the realization of her pain and my ignorance crashing over me in waves. I wished I could have been there for her, to let her know she wasn’t alone.