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held my mother’s letter against my chest and let the silence finish what my words had started.
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held my mother’s letter against my chest and let the silence finish what my words had started.
Three weeks later, I stood on the porch of a small lakeside cottage I’d never known existed. Eli was throwing rocks into the water. Mia was naming the ducks.
I unfolded the letter one more time.
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