People die before we tell them things we needed them to hear. Things that may make amends and fix things. Heal wounds. And eventually make us forget the regrets. And yet when we least expect, people leave us with unanswered questions, broken hearts, undelivered letters, keepsakes with photos of people we never met, hidden journals and leave us lost till we find the truth behind it all.
Sam knew that her secrets could not stay locked away forever. Even that time does not heal. And so it gets hard when guilt hits hard. Opening doors which she thought would never be found. And she finds the doors. The people behind them. And in realizing the web of hatred, mistrust, discrimination, prejudice, she found the center of it all. A person she thought was the one that had the key to her heart.