Hours later, I jolt awake, panting. I look around the room and see Tara and Zach sleeping soundly, then throw on an old jacket, opening the door. Glancing around, I quietly walk out of the room. My heart leaps into my throat as I walk to the study, stopping in front of the door.

I put my hand on the doorknob and am surprised to find it unlocked. It takes me several minutes to get my hands to quit shaking before I open the door.

I clap my hand over my mouth as a muffled gasp escapes me. The entire room is covered in boxes of all sizes. Some have writing on the sides. Spare bedroom, old clothes.

I stop in front of a random box, bending over to read it. Bella. My heart catches in my throat as I see my name.

With shaking hands, I peel the tape off the top of it and tear it open. A muffled sob escapes me, my eyes widening. Letters. Piles and piles of letters, some yellow with age. I pick up a random letter, my eyes scanning the words. Various phrases jump out at me. "Tell Bella I love her." "I didn't mean for it to turn out this way."

I jump as my phone buzzes. Grabbing it, I notice a text from Tara. 'Hey. Everything okay?' I grab the box, careful not to jostle it, and walk downstairs. My energy is drained by the time I reach the living room.

Tara rushes over to me, quickly followed by Zach. "Are you okay? What happened?" I shake my head, walking into the living room. Tara sits beside me on the couch, putting a gentle hand on my arm. My mind is on autopilot as I hand her the box and put my head in my hands, a sob escaping me.

Tara gasps as she reads one of the letters, tears welling in her own eyes. She hands it to Zach, who quickly scans it, his eyes darkening with anger as he reads a particular sentence. My tears have mostly dried by then.

I take a shaky breath, my head spinning. "Be honest," Tara says. "What are you feeling right now?"

I shake my head, a million emotions running through my head. "Anger, sadness, confusion. My mind is going in a million different directions and I don't know which one to follow."

Tara nods as Zach nudges her. "It's getting late. We should get some sleep."

She nods at him, then glances at me. "Are you okay on your own? I can stay over if you want."

I shake my head, wincing slightly as a headache forms between my eyes. "I'll be fine. I promise, I'll call if I neeed anything." Tara nods reluctantly before following Zach outside.

A few hours later, I lay awake in bed, my mind racing. One thing became painfully clear the moment I walked into the study and opened that box: my life would never be the same again.

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