The handwriting was small and shaky, but the words struck like thunder:
“To whoever finds this,
These shoes belonged to my son, Jacob. He was four when cancer took him. My husband left when the bills piled up. I’ve lost everything. I don’t know why I’m keeping his things — maybe because they’re all I have left of him.
If you’re reading this, please remember that he was here. That I was his mom. And that I loved him more than life itself.
— Anna.”
