Realizing this softened the entire mystery. My daughter and I concluded that the postcard had most likely been accidentally mailed during a recent donation clean-out. Maybe someone sorting old items found it, thought it belonged in the outgoing mail, and sent it without knowing. It wasn’t a message from her—but it wasn’t anything sinister, either. When I explained this to her, the tension faded from her face. We ended the evening sharing tea, laughing at how dramatic our imaginations had become. And in a strange, almost comforting way, that postcard—though never meant for either of us—became a reminder of something simple: that even small, unexpected moments can bring two people closer, especially when they choose to face uncertainty together rather than fear it.
