Chapter 188

Megan's POV

The pitter-patter of the rain pelting against the window served as a soothing background while I sat at my desk, going through old photographs. The studio was quiet for once with most of the team being out for the afternoon. It was one of those rare moments of solitude that I actually treasured and needed to reflect and delve deeper into my work.

"Hey, Megan, got a minute?" Max's voice broke through my reverie. He stood in the doorway, holding a small, worn box.

"Sure, come on in," I said and pushed my chair back, gesturing to a chair alongside mine. "What's that?"

Max walked over and set the box gingerly on my desk. "I found it in the attic. Thought it might be something you'd want to see."

I raised an eyebrow at that. "What's inside?"

He shrugged. "Haven't looked yet. Figured we could open it together."

Feeling my curiosity getting the best of me, I cautiously opened up the top of the box. Inside were letters,