That night, Amir went home and opened a journal from five years ago. It was full of abandoned plans, angry rants, and foolish dreams. For years, he’d wanted to burn it.
“The heart remembers what the hand lets go. Thank you, old friend, for becoming the wrapper.” the mummy edits
Amir laughed. “So we’re all just walking cartonnage?” That night, Amir went home and opened a