An unexpected discovery

I find the letter when I'm cleaning out the dresser. It's addressed to me, but I don't recognize the elegant handwriting. The edges of the envelope have already yellowed. How long has it been here? I go to find a letter opener and open the envelope. Still, I hesitate for a moment before taking the paper out. Am I allowed, do I want to read this? My curiosity quickly wins out. "Okay, let's see," I say.