The cardboard box smelled of dust and forgotten things. Elara had dragged it from the back of her closet, intent on finally decluttering her life. She expected old tax returns and university textbooks. She didn’t expect the past to sucker-punch her in the heart.On top of a stack of notebooks lay a bundle of letters, tied with a faded ribbon. Her own handwriting stared back at her. To Liam. But the stamps were untouched. They had never been sent.With trembling hands, she untied the ribbon. The first was dated three weeks after The Last Coffee Date.‘I keep waiting for you