My breath caught in my throat.
He knew.
“I didn’t know about you,” he said, his voice low, shaking. “Not until now. But… I found the letters.”
He reached into his coat and pulled out a small wooden box.
And in it?
Were dozens of sealed envelopes.
A Lifetime of Letters
He placed the box in my hands as though it were sacred.
“She wrote to you,” he said quietly. “Every year. On your birthday. She never mailed them. She kept them hidden in a drawer under her scarves.”
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