“I want to give you something,” William said suddenly.

Evelyn frowned as they walked through the quiet city park, the sky dimming into dusk. A fine mist that had hung in the air since afternoon had finally become rain, gently soaking the leaves and the stone-paved path beneath their feet.

William slowly reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a cream-colored envelope, slightly creased at the corner. He held it out to Evelyn.

“What is this?” Evelyn asked, eyeing the envelope before accepting it with hesitation.

“A letter,” William replied. “A long time ago. I wrote it after you left my life—when we didn’t speak for months....