It was a thin envelope, stuffed in the back of the autograph book at our wedding. It slipped out as I was packing things up, and I would have opened it, if not for the instructions on the front.
"Jim - Open after your first fight."
I didn't recognise the handwriting, but there were plenty of elder relatives there, and I assumed it was words of wisdom about never giving up.
Instead, as I found out after we fought about her buying a hot tub, it contained a Polaroid of the maid of honor in very little, and a phone number.
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