He Told His Mother-In-Law to Leave, Then Found This Hidden in Her Suitcase

Photos of Emily as a child. First birthday. First bike. First day of school. Each one paired with a note—memories Marlene had written out in soft pencil: She wouldn’t let go of the handlebars. She fell, laughed, and said, ‘Again!’ There were drawings Emily had made, tiny handprints pressed in fading paint, even a lock of baby hair.