trunk.
Her expression changed as soon as she saw everything inside.
“I can’t take all this,” she whispered.
“Ma’am, this is—”
“Please! My name is Kate,” I said, and my voice cracked. “My… son. Noah. He didn’t make it home from the hospital. Please… let his things help you. Let his life mean something.”
“I’m so sorry for your loss.” She looked down at her baby. “I can’t even imagine…”
Her words faded as she stared into the trunk again.
“Are you sure?” she asked softly.
Tears gathered in her
