A soft voice spoke. “Is this [my name]? This is the county’s office. We found your number in the belongings of a resident. She listed you as her emergency contact.”
My throat tightened. They meant her.
A Letter That Changed Everything
I met a county worker the next day, and she handed me a small, neatly taped box.
There was no money inside. No heirlooms. Just a folded letter with shaky handwriting:
“To the only one who saw me.
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