The sidewalk where she usually sat was empty. The silence, heavier.
Later that evening, my phone rang. The number was unfamiliar. I hesitated before answering.
My throat tightened. They meant her.
“She passed away peacefully this morning,” the voice said kindly. “But she left something behind. She asked that it be given to you.”
A Letter That Changed Everything
I met a county worker the next day, and she handed me a small, neatly taped box.
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