My Grandma Asked Me to Find Her High School Sweetheart So She Could Dance One Last Dance with Him

had chosen our family once, and if she ever got a second choice, it would break us.”

She handed me the box.

Inside were dozens of letters.

Yellowed envelopes.

Some opened.

Some still sealed.

All addressed to Eleanor.

My grandmother.

In the same careful handwriting.

My breath caught.

“Are these from Henry?”

My mother nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks.

“He continue reading …