Fisherman Thought He Found A Massive Clam, Then He Takes A Look Inside

He turned over the photo. On the back, in neat handwriting, were the words: “To my family, if I never return—remember that I loved you, and I tried.” Kenji’s throat tightened. He thought of the decades that had passed, of the storms that had come and gone while this message lay buried beneath the waves. This was no treasure chest. It was a farewell.