Another widow.
Another broken life… just like mine.
It felt like fate had led me there.
That night, I didn’t sleep.
I sat outside under the stars, the box beside me.
I could take it all.
Leave.
Start over somewhere safe.
No one would know.
No one would judge me.
But what if someone was still out there… waiting?
I placed my hand on my belly.
My baby moved.
And in that moment, I knew.
“I don’t want you to grow up thinking that easy choices are always the right ones…”
So I made a decision.
I wouldn’t spend the treasure.
Not yet.
First… I would find the truth.
The search wasn’t easy.
I traveled back to town, checked old records, asked questions.
And finally—I found something.
A name.
A family.
A story that hadn’t completely disappeared.
The woman in the letter had children.
But they had vanished from records long ago.
Still… I didn’t give up.
Months passed.
I gave birth alone in that house.
Through pain and fear… I held on.
And at dawn, my baby girl entered the world.
I named her Elena.
After the woman who left the letter.
Almost a year later…
A letter arrived.
Someone had answered.
Weeks later, a woman came to the house.
The moment she saw it, tears filled her eyes.
“My father used to talk about this place…” she whispered.