I unfolded it.
“My two favorite people.”
“I know you found the shovel.”
“I knew you would.”
“Emma, curiosity was always one of the things I loved most about you.”
“The shovel was never the treasure.”
“Watch the video before you open anything else.”
“Then you’ll know what to do.”
“Love,”
“Ethan.”
I looked into the chest again.
Everything inside had been carefully labeled.
“Age 8.”
“Age 10.”
“Age 13.”
“Age 16.”
“Age 18.”
Beside each label sat a wrapped gift and a sealed envelope.
Noah touched the smallest package.
“Those are for me?”
“They are.”
He looked back at me.
“Can I open one?”
