Trudy opened the box wherein they nestled, delved inside. Her fingers ran through the silky softness of blouses her mother had worn on special occasions. Until something got in the way.
Discreetly wedged in between were envelopes bound with a pretty ribbon. Handwriting, unfamiliar. Prose, elegant. Letters passionately chronicling the overseas adventures of a man in love.
Trudy returned the finding to its resting place. She debated whether to tell her brother.
For it was he who shared his given name with the man who touched their mother’s heart.