-Corrine-

I left the box on the bench, but I put the letter in my jacket pocket as evidence. After that, I went back into the convenience store.

The clerk inside looked at me, probably wondering why I returned, and I just glanced at her briefly before walking to the refrigerator to grab a cold drink.

My hands were shaking as I reached for a drink, and I nearly dropped it. I stood there in front of the fridge, staring blankly.

Who was it? Could it be—my mom—oh, by the moon goddess, I couldn’t imagine if it really was my mother.

I swallowed, feeling something stuck in my throat, and...