The One He Let Go
Kim offering warm cookies, of the many afternoons she had spent playing there.
When she knocked, Mrs. Kim called out from inside.
"Come in, dear!"
Susan stepped inside, inhaling the comforting scent of freshly brewed tea.
"Mom sent this for you," Susan said, placing the jar on the kitchen counter.
"Oh, how sweet of her," Mrs. Kim smiled warmly. "Tell her I said thank you."
Susan nodded, but her attention drifted toward the small bookshelf in the corner of the living room.
A wooden box sat on top of it, its lid slightly open. She wasn’t sure why it caught her attention. But something told her to look.
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