On a table next to the bed lay a letter and an important-looking document. Scott’s attention was drawn to the letter first. In a graceful, old-fashioned handwriting, it began with “Dear Scott.” Scott read on with tears in his eyes.
‘I have really enjoyed the past year. If I could have, I would have lived with you forever. Unfortunately, my body can’t handle that. I hope you enjoyed it too and feel that you deserved it. You are a good person, even if you often doubt it yourself. Please put this nonsense out of your mind and don’t worry. I’ve had a great life and I wish you the same. That is why I leave you my last possessions so that you can build your future on this foundation. The house and everything in it is now yours. It’s not much, it’s not what it once was, but I’m sure it will help you a lot. Hence this last gesture.
See you again!
With love, your best friend,
Mia.’
The ink on the letter had smotched on the places where Scott’s tears had dropped on the paper, but he read it through a few more times. When the realization had fully sunk in, he picked up the document from the table…