Danielle Lynn West

The little black notebook

As Sara stood in The Bank of America's safety deposit vault, she barely heard the teller say, “Take all the time you need” as she shut Sara inside it. She was relieved to see that the vault had a small desk she could sit at. This box was considerably larger than most of the others in the room. She opened it to find a letter set on top off a number of small jewelry boxes, which in turn, were sitting on a stack of papers. She set the letter aside for a moment. Sara didn’t feel ready to read a hand-written letter just yet. She felt a small lump gather in her throat as she opened the first jewelry box. Sara allowed the tears stinging her eyes to fall for the first time since she had heard the news. She couldn’t help but think about William now and she let the tears fall.