Part 1: The Test
A report by Michael Chen The box arrived on a Tuesday. Unremarkable, brown, with my address written in old-fashioned handwriting. No return address. Just a stamp from the estate administrators Thompson & Associates in Cambridge. I recognized the name on the accompanying letter: David Martinez. We hadn't been close friends, more like acquaintances from mutual journalism circles. He had worked for smaller magazines, never made it big. The lawyer's letter was brief: “Mr. Martinez has instructed that this box be sent to you in the event of his death.”