\u201cThat key belongs to me,\u201d I told Carla. After a moment, she reluctantly placed it in my palm. Then I admitted something nobody expected. Two nights earlier, while sanding Walter\u2019s old box, I had discovered the loose lining myself. The letter identified a safe-deposit box at our town bank and said it contained \u201cwhat I could not say out loud.\u201d I deliberately left everything hidden so Lucy could discover it, because Walter would have wanted her involved.<\/p>\n
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I had already visited the bank that morning. The clerk confirmed the safe-deposit box existed, but opening it required both my signature and Walter\u2019s key. I had brought everything to dinner because I wanted the family to come with me. Glenn emerged from the kitchen and read Walter\u2019s letter twice before tears filled his eyes. That afternoon, even Carla joined us at the bank. The clerk led us inside, placed Walter\u2019s box before me, and watched as I turned the brass key. What we found inside left everyone speechless.<\/p>\n
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